Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a blue coat, and he perpetually has his quarterstaff ready. His auburn hair is lengthy. His violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: This man loves singing and to teach people singing more than just about anything. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Quarion was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. After coming to the age of reason, Quarion took it upon himself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. Now he works as a singing tutor during his time off.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Logical, Gifted. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized violet coat. His chestnut hair is still thick. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: Aramil hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. In his 18th year, his parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Aramil alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 25000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Gnomes. His skin is light but he possesses many red ritualistic tattoos. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his ceremonial dagger with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His golden hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. 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. Cockaby took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up ceremonial dagger and armor he uses now. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Joker, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 4000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She is well dressed, constantly wearing a brown suit, red shirt, and brown tie. She sports a flattop hair cut. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from her. She is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Dwarf in existence. She would rather hide behind her crafts than deal with other people.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. Falkrunn 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. She has never given up on her singing dream.

Motivation: She has comitted a past crime that haunts her to this day; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is her passion

Ideals: Justice, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 50 pp. 1 Minor magic item.