Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His red hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. The war was a terrible time for him, and Rimple does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Rimple was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: This man stands a little under 6'0" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a black shirt with thin brown vertical stripes and red pants. His silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his black eyes.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Born to a Roofer, his father struggled to pay the bills. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Dwarven companion (his 'brother'). He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Poor, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 8000 cp. Solid gold idol (200 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Solid gold idol (200 gp). 4 Holy water.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He has wavy silver hair. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

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 keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it; and many dire rats want him driven away

Ideals: Gifted, Philantrophist. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This tall, slender woman wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. She has blue hair. She has white eyes.

Personality: She goes out her way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one she won't accept into her heart. She is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Markosian took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up rapier and armor she uses now. Since then, she has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: To protect her home; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Optimist, Joker. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Guardian. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 14000 cp. 1 Holy water. 1 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: She wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a sai, but if one is not available she will default to her hammer. Her hair, while still mostly blue, has prominent grey streaks. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Shava will drive conversation. She does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for her. She lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: She is a Lamia in disguise. She was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. Her spouse died of illness and she inherited everything. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 1300 sp.