Description: He very much looks the part of a Miller, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'7" when asserting himself. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length yellow fur. His ears are large.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He has achieved small success as a Miller.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Forgetful, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: She wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with black lining and desert motifs. She is physically well-built. Her crest is greying and her face has many wrinkles. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She is unhospitable to her core. Her small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. She is a bit of a macho woman and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Her father was a mechanic, and taught her how to fix just about anything. After a long history of fighting, Chassath and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly tridents and morningstars. He keeps his black hair in a pixie cut. His blue eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Slave Trader hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Flaws: Antagonistic, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. He has dyed his greying white hair a little too much giving a sharp white color. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Marbas lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. 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. Sporting a auburn mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Raer took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up warhammer and armor he uses now. He bought a warhammer and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 100 gp.