Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

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

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Guardian. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is wearing a long, tan, dusty cloak. He is portly but not overly obese. He sports a flattop hair cut. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. Warryn enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and doesn't want to be a performer and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Sensitive, Hedonist. Bonds: Family, Religious. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge, and he perpetually has his pickaxe ready. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His blue eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Arumawann took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and obtaining odd cultural half-orc artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Logical. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 4 Antitoxin.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he prefers to wear flannel. His blonde hair is knotted and matted. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: To unite with his brother.

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: She is a small woman, but exceptionally fit. She wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally she sports a brown coat. Her yellow fur is smooth and relatively long. Her copper unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. She does not believe in violence as a means to an end. She is a dedicated Body Guard but believes her peers are too gung-ho.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. A freak accident while working with her Stableman father left her crippled. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and she is content

Ideals: Athletic, Pacifist. Flaws: Disease, Shy, Mundane. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Half-Plate.