Description: He is renowned for his bright brown suits and hats. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his longsword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. His hair is red and curly. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. 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, Wymar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the north were limited. Being a Doctor kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He is content; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 140 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: This slender man stands about 6'8". He wears a black shirt with thin tan vertical stripes and pastel pants. His crest is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Quarethon has worked very hard to control his curse. During his travels, Quarethon and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Quarethon discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Quarethon fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She wears bulky violet painted plate armor. Her hair is red and very short. Her eyes are likewise brown. Her teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: She is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. She refers to her adoptive mother for almost all things she is unsure about, which are numerous. She is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. She made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. She spent several years traveling with her friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: An old rival family wants her found.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This western woman's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, she slurs her words together. She wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. Her brass crest is heavily combed to the right. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are gold.

Personality: This woman loves music and to teach people music more than just about anything. She is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Findex was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. Her father took her hunting and taught her how to get in the mind of other creatures. She now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is her passion; and meet up once more with her childhood friend

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: Just what you see.