Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His blue crest is knotted and matted. This gold eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Gargax fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: He is renowned for his bright black suits and hats. He carries with him a set of flails on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He has moderate length white hair. He has several tiny sapphire earrings on each ear.

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 constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Rimmon was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Rimmon took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Persistence. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 140 gp. Malachite (8 gp).

Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Courier; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Guardian, Has a crush. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 5'2" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft violet waves gently in the breeze. She has a very tight haircut. Her fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: In the realm of puns, she cannot help herself. She feels obliged to make them. Her philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: She was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While she appears to be a normal Elf, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Joker, Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 4000 cp.