Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with grey colored cloaks and clothing. He has black hair. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of dire rats once and for all.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Guard.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Guard responsibilities is difficult; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His black fur is unkempt and raggedy. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Guard but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Flask fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Pacifist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 370 gp. 1 Climber’s kit.

Description: This exceptionally lanky woman usually wears her brown robe and has her scimitar always slung over her shoulder. She has dyed her greying chestnut hair a little too much giving a sharp chestnut color. Her hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She hates Humans with a passion. As such she is filled with self loathing. She never wears the same outfit twice, unless she absolutely has to.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. Her homeland was ravaged by war and she spent much of her life rebuilding it. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Tiefling people.

Ideals: Artistic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Racist, PTSD. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Healer’s kit.

Description: She is dressed in earthy colors with a red and pastel handkerchief worn on her left side. She is portly but not overly obese. Her silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is quite rude, and likes to deride her opponents skill and shout insults at them. She seeks to pay back kindness whenever she gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip she always seeks to do solids for her friends.

History: Born in the west her family was never financially stable. Through the years after Jillian was born, her mother became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Jillian's mother didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. Unlike her family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, she wanted to work in the city. She has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: She is content; and she has a crush on the local map maker

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Server

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: Just what you see.