Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing white cape and mantle trimmed with soft blue waves gently in the breeze, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'5" when asserting himself. He is bald on top and has large golden tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. 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, Mozfel is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing music.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He bought a greataxe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'6" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a pastel cloak and cross-gartered tan stockings. His brown fur is long and unkept. His eyes are blue and beady.

Personality: He hates giants. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. In his 18th year, his parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Beast alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 230 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'8" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He prefers to wear tan pants and tee shirts. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. 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, Frouse is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Fletcher. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Expand his business; and balancing his hectic life and new fletcher responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 400 sp.