Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He usually wears his green robe and has his mace always slung over his shoulder. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He sports a flattop crest cut. His gold eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. The war was a terrible time for him, and Quarethon does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. 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 loathes his own lifestyle.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Depressed, Mundane. Bonds: Slave, Military. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1000 cp. 4 Thunderstones.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a worn and beaten armor. His hair is cut close to his head. He has blue eyes and a violet hat with a white feather.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. 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: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered poetry. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 80 gp. 8 Acid flasks.

Description: He has a missing right leg. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His silver hair is knotted and matted. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. Hûra abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered violet stockings. His yellow fur is still thick. His fierce copper eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Born in the north to a Marshal, Elegant learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He worked as a nervous Marshal and found it very stressful. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is content; and to be a locksmith again

Flaws: Mundane, Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He is dressed in a clean green cloak covering his clean studded leather. He has black crest. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Butcher work with an outfit from a few towns over. Butcher work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 10 years.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Butcher responsibilities is difficult; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Poor, Job. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 23000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.