Description: This man stands a little under 3'4" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He has a long blonde beard with little hanging trinkets. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

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 is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Namfoodle was born the youngest of three triplets. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Family, Attractive. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Breastplate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: 5'3" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He wears a colorful flower in his beige fur. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

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. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down, and carries pickaxes. His hair is auburn and very short. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Born to a Gardener, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Dreali took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. He bought a pickaxe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Hedonist, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 120 gp. Amethyst (160 gp).

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. His black hair is long and unkept. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his mother. Pûgrish was born on a far southern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Glassblower. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This late middle aged man prefers to wear blue clothing when he does not wear armor and is in decent physical shape. His long chestnut hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Anverth hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Artistic, Philantrophist, Persistence, Logical. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 60 gp. Deep green spinel (60 gp).