Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His long silver hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

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 does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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 brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Krimmon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Cynical. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 50 gp. Tourmaline (110 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He has dyed his greying yellow fur a little too much giving a sharp yellow color. His eyes are amber.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. His parents enrolled him in a Aristocrat school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Server

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears a black shirt with thin grey vertical stripes and blue pants. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His silver eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is fiercely devoted to his father, and views his father's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-brother.

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. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Nicor took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up kukri and armor he uses now. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Dilettante they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Cook, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Slave, Family, Nature. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 330 gp. 3 Holy water.

Description: A 5'1" northern man, he wears a brown tunic with green highlights, and long black pants that bunch up around his shoes. His orange fur has been sun bleached extensively. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. The war was a terrible time for him, and Leaf does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born in the north to a Barrister, Leaf learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. 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. He tends to his Barrister job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, PTSD. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized tan coat, but does not cut a very imposing figure. She walks with a slouch but will stand straight to her full 3'4" when asserting herself. Her silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. Her gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Stoic and calm, she prefers to meditate than take action. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Her father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted her to inherit them. She's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: Carnelian (40 gp).