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 wears suspenders and green workpants. His shirt is grey, and he wears a heavy green leather apron most of the time. His long dark red hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. 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, Pelaios is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Pelaios was born with his father's beautiful face. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Server.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His red crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. He has a dull look in his red eyes.

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. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Norkruuth was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: Revenge; and he wants revenge against brigands

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 180 gp.

Description: A woman with a friendly, welcoming air about her, she is wearing a tight pastel one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. Her fur is red and curly. Her blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Prone to second guessing herself, she comes off as nervous. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.

History: Harvest was born the youngest of three triplets. She couldn't stand her childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with her mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. She has been saving her money to try and buy her brother's freedom.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and expand her business

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Slave, Family, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. A true patriot, Anselm would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Anselm was born with his mother's beautiful face. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. During his travels, Anselm and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Anselm discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Anselm fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 100 sp.