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 rusty crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Direcris fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Passionate. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 330 gp. Red spinel (50 gp). Pink pearl (50 gp). Eye agate (4 gp).

Description: She prefers to wear flannel. Her gray fur is smooth and relatively long. Her green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. She is fiercely devoted to her mother, and views her mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating her from her legal half-sister.

History: A powerful slaver made her what she is. Her first spouse was a Farmer, they had one son, but her spouse won total custody. Without her spouse to temper her she grew out of control. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 15 years.

Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion.

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Family, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His black fur is greasy and uncared for. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Cloak hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his music career. The war was a terrible time for him, and Cloak does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Cloak was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 12 years.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: This woman wears a tan shirt with thin black vertical stripes and blue pants, and sports empty pouches on her belt. She wears a top hat to hide her balding. She is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Her tongue was cut out and she uses sign language. She enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Slave Trader hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She tends to her Slave Trader job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Job. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This woman wears a blue top hat and blue clothes, and sports empty pouches on her belt. She has shaved her head bald. This hazel eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. Energy wise she seems alert and responsive.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. Over the years she perfected her riding and shooting skills. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Wants her loneliness to end; and she has a crush on the local marshal

Ideals: Professionalism, Persistence. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 80 gp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (90 gp).