Description: He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He is physically well-built. He has moderate length black hair. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. Ratbag liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by goblins. Ratbag was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the goblins.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and a deep hatred of goblins

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Terse, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He tends to wear a large black jacket. His green crest is unkempt and raggedy. His gold eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. 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 to a criminal king-pin and mafia family A freak accident while working with his Server father left him crippled. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Server they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Stableman, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Flaws: Ugly, Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he has the majority of his body covered in plate. He keeps his red hair in a pixie cut. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gold eyes.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. 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: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

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

Ideals: Disciplined, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a tight fitting tan shirt and pants. His moppish blonde hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes are gray.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. The war was a terrible time for him, and Quarion 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 in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. In his 15th year, his parents were killed by a gnolls raid, leaving Quarion alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Guardian, Military, Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: Just what you see.