Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He dresses well, wearing red shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

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. The war was a terrible time for him, and Calcitro does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Flaws: Disease, Cynical, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty blue coat over it. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His golden hair is unkempt and raggedy. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed blue hat.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Born in the east to a Servant, Raer learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His chestnut hair has been sun bleached extensively. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He got into the Beggar business at a young age. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Beggar. He tends to his Beggar job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To be a Miller again; and he would like to get married and retire

Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Immigrant, Has a crush, Job. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his scythe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. He has no crest. His eyes are gold and beady.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Tarhun was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. Tarhun abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature scythe.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 5000 cp. White pearl (140 gp). 1 Breastplate.