Description: He prefers to wear blue pants and tee shirts, and he perpetually has his spear ready. His white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He takes great joy in being the best Mortician in town.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Mortician. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 1200 sp.

Description: She is in excellent shape and tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with her rolled up shirt sleeves this gives her a very relaxed look. Her silver hair is singed and shortened. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Prosperine will drive conversation. She is very protective of her business, her home, and her spouse. She is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: She was born at the edge of vast forest. Prosperine liked to wander the woods near her home when she was young, something she still likes to do at least once a week. She never liked modest clothing or shoes, so she would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and she developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. 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: A rival would like her out of the picture; and she has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a fancy blue suit, and a wedding ring on his right hand. His white hair, when down, is lengthy. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Anverth is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Passionate, Justice, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, In love, Military. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He carries a battered bastard sword and tarnished glaive as well. He keeps his long silver hair kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are a pleasant gold.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Tieflings became a terror of the countryside. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Valafar was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: She is wearing a tight blue one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. She carries with her a set of longbows on her belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. Her brown hair is long and unkept. Her gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She considers herself a woman of culture and sophistication. She likes a good challenge to her wits. She has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. She got away from her former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: She doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Occupation: Server

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1500 sp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (110 gp). Carved bone or ivory statuette (70 gp). 1 Darkwood Shield.