Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He carries with him a set of bows on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He sports a flattop hair cut. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: He comes from a rich eastern family. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Berrian fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears dull white sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed sai, just in case. He is an epitome of beauty. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

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. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Cynical, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 1100 sp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He is typically in his Layabout uniform. His black fur is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Edge was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Edge has worked very hard to control his curse. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To be a Fortune-teller again.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Disease, Secretive. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: She is in excellent shape and wears dull green sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed shield, just in case. She keeps her dark red hair in a pixie cut. She is baby faced.

Personality: She considers herself the perfect lady. She makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. She loves teas. She is very sensitive about her face. To blow off anger she lifts weights and to control her otherwise explosive temper she works out a lot.

History: She was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While she appears to be a normal Tiefling, 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. 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. Sorath 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; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 30 gp.