Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a tattered pair of loose pastel pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He wears his white fur up. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is content; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Selfish, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. With a patchy red beard and wild red hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines 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 has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Roland grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Roland. 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. Roland fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Opinionated, Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

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. The war was a terrible time for him, and Clerebold does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Clerebold abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. During his travels, Clerebold and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Clerebold discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Clerebold fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 2000 cp. Chrysoberyl (90 gp).

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears baggy white pantaloons and a brown scarf. He is an epitome of beauty. His auburn hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Calcitro was born with his mother's beautiful face. 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 has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Half-Plate.