Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He has a large tan mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his brown robe. He wears his chestnut hair up in a very large beehive style do. This violet eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. 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: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. Aerdeth liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He bought a dagger and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Nature, Poor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 340 gp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears white leather gloves, a white jacket, and tight pants. He has no hair. 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 fixated on the number 96. 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 seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He got into the Bookbinder business at a young age. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Bookbinder. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Bookbinder for the past few years.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He keeps his golden hair in a flapper bob. He has amber eyes and a white hat with a black feather.

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. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Impulsive, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a tan costume with the symbols of luck on his torso. His hair is silver and curly. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Eberdeb was born on a far western desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Tanner. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Junk Dealer. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire.

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Rich, Has a crush. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 1000 cp.