Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears pastel leather gloves, a pastel jacket, and tight pants. He has done his best to style his orange fur to look like a famous performer. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

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. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. 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. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He wears his black hair up in a very large beehive style do. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is mildly Half-Orc supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Imsh fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Racist, Fearful. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 350 gp. Moss agate (10 gp). Citrine (40 gp).

Description: He wears a green costume with the symbols of strength on his torso. He is portly but not overly obese. His purple hair is knotted and matted. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Fenriz embodies much of what other species detest in the Tieflings. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 1 Chain shirt.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He prefers to wear yellow pants and tee shirts. His hair is chestnut and curly. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. 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: 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 an apprentice working in his father's forge. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Nature, Enemies, Job, Religious. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1900 sp.