Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His hair is long and silver with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small blue clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and money/treasure

Flaws: Terse, Shy, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 150 gp. 1 Backpack.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears pastel painted combat armor at almost all times. He wears a colorful flower in his brown fur. His eyes are amber.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

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. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Mortician. He has worked as a Mortician like his mother before him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 400 gp. Moss agate (14 gp). Silver pearl (50 gp). Coral (50 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He usually wears his brown robe and has his warhammer always slung over his shoulder. He carries a battered bastard sword and tarnished warhammer as well. His brown hair is heavily combed to the right. 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 swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Cory was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. 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. Cory 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 have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate, Joker. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. She has wavy blonde hair. Her amber eyes peer out from beneath her small tan hat.

Personality: A grumpy gal she will invite people to lunch so she can critique them. Yet she still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. She is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of her. She is by nature obliging.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her mother always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. She used her abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: She wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath her coat. She carries with her a set of greatswords on her belt, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. She keeps her gray fur in a flapper bob. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. She does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for her. She lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: When she was but 7 years old her parents immigrated from the north. She was an apprentice working in her mother's forge. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: Just what you see.