Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His red hair is knotted and matted. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 91. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Fibblestib was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His childhood dream was to be a Fisher, but he was a colossal failure. Recently the stress of being a Apothecary has made it difficult for him to sleep.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Insane, Lazy, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 100 sp.

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 very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a green coat. He wears a colorful flower in his red crest. His eyes are a pleasant red.

Personality: He hates dire rats. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats; and money/treasure

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: He wears brown trousers with green and white striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He carries a battered crossbow and tarnished sword as well. His long white hair reaches down to his waist. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this western guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. A freak accident while working with his Baker father left him crippled. 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; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 320 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He is wearing a long, tan, dusty cloak, marred by chocolates. He sports a flattop hair cut. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Fibblestib wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Expert, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when brigands swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. In his 13th year, his parents were killed by a brigands raid, leaving Fibblestib alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Fibblestib was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by brigands, and he desires to right it; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Disciplined, Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 600 sp.