Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his bastard sword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. He wears his beige fur down. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Seven was born with his father's beautiful face. When Seven reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: He wears professional attire. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his greataxe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. He wears a top hat to cover his moderate length auburn hair. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. A freak accident while working with his Banker father left him crippled. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and money/treasure

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Impulsive, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 100 gp. Hematite (6 gp).

Description: This man stands a little under 5'6" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a pastel cloak and cross-gartered tan stockings. His brown fur is long and unkept. His eyes are blue and beady.

Personality: He hates giants. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. 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: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. In his 18th year, his parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Beast alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 230 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'8" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He prefers to wear tan pants and tee shirts. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Frouse is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Fletcher. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Expand his business; and balancing his hectic life and new fletcher responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 400 sp.