Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He keeps his long white hair kept up in a rat tail. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Carpenter arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 130 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: He is well dressed, constantly wearing a brown suit, green shirt, and black tie, and he perpetually has his hammer ready. His long black hair reaches down to his waist. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Lewis took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up hammer and armor he uses now. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west; and to protect his home

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Military, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: He likes to wear white tank tops with brown pants. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His moppish red hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Corkitron fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his ceremonial dagger with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He carries with him a set of ceremonial daggers on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His white hair is still thick. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Percival grew up listening to his father's many stories. His childhood dream was to be a Weaver, but he was a colossal failure. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 5000 cp. 1 Chain shirt.