Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a white coat with black slacks. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is content.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Lazy, Mundane, PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a tan vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his tan boots flare out at the collars. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Zaffrab will drive conversation. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. 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 Cook. He has worked as a Cook like his mother before him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and expand his business

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a hand crossbow on his belt, and carries hand crossbows. His blonde hair is heavily combed to the left. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

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. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Hubert was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Aristocrat, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Aristocrat in service of a powerful lord somewhere. 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. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Hubert fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Slave, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a pastel shirt with thin yellow vertical stripes and brown pants. He wears his black fur down. His copper eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Born in the east to a Painter, Smoking learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Painter for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and balancing his hectic life and new painter responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: She has a missing left leg. She wears a black costume with the symbols of luck on her torso. She has moderate length silver crest. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. She is a great chef.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Her necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on her village. She was granted necromantic powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Opinionated, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 300 sp.