Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'6". He prefers to wear brown pants and tee shirts, and his gloved hand is found clutching a kukri. His auburn hair is thinning but still full. 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 always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. 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, Trym is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He is dressed in earthy colors with a blue and pastel handkerchief worn on his left side. He is bald on top and has large golden tufts of hair around his ears. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He's in love; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Passionate, Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 290 gp. Chalcedony (30 gp). Carnelian (30 gp). Moss agate (7 gp).

Description: She wears just a grey suit. She carries with her a set of quarterstaffs, each one with a jet on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. She has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Her father was a mechanic, and taught her how to fix just about anything. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Persistence. Flaws: Cynical, Disease. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Silk rope.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He wears professional attire. His long white crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. His gold eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker green hat.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Pijjirik was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. He worked as a nervous Stylist and found it very stressful. He's also a talented Soapmaker, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 20 pp.