Description: The light-skinned man stands 5'3" and is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He sports a long red beard, and similarly colored long hair. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. 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, Vanuath is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 360 gp. 4 Antitoxin.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a tan shirt, with a grey mid length shorts with grey tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His head has been shaved. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are brown.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature morningstar.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it.

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Religious, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: An older woman who wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. She usually doesn't wear a shirt, she is not a threatening figure. She keeps her long chestnut hair kept up in a rat tail. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She will rave to anyone who will listen. She has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: She was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Her father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted her to inherit them. 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: Seeks redemption; and she has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 150 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (300 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is well dressed, constantly wearing a white suit, grey shirt, and brown tie. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He takes great joy in being the best Apothecary in town.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Apothecary arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Jak 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. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Apothecary.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Job, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 20 gp.