Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears a grey vest and prefers red and black shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down, marred by chocolates. His long white hair reaches down to his waist. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: The child of a Mercenary, who enjoyed hunting, Travok was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Travok took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up greataxe and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Travok fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 130 gp. Rock crystal (30 gp).

Description: He wears baggy red pantaloons and a black scarf. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He sports a long auburn beard, and similarly colored long hair. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Mortician. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Mortician for the past few years.

Motivation: To be a Weaver again; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Flaws: Lazy. Bonds: Job, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a robe, a symbol of the four houses of cards around his neck, and a warhammer on his belt. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length red fur. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. 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: Fighting, Opinionated, Joker. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: A roughly beaten golden orb (170 gp). 3 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a tan shirt with thin brown vertical stripes and blue pants. He has done his best to style his auburn hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Born in the east to a Shipwright, Fivin learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. Some 5 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Fivin never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he's looking for his big break

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Nature, In love, Adventurer. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 8000 cp. 1 Buckler.