Description: He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He carries with him a set of flails on his belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. His auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. 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: He is content; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Military, Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 1200 gp. Emerald (800 gp). Silver pearl (130 gp).

Description: She wears long strands of emerald and short tan dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. She is physically well-built. Her hair is short and golden. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. A fanatic, her devotion to her small selection of gods is unquestionable. She claims to be doing their will and will base all her actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Her father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted her to inherit them. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions; and she has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Shy, Disease, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 2600 sp.

Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light brown in addition to tight pants. He carries with him a set of bows on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. His hair is long and black with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are likewise blue.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Dwarven culture. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: Born in the north to a Server, Veit learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His first spouse was a Dyer, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Server responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist, Addict. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Server

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he tends to wear a green poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His white hair is heavily combed to the right. His gold eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Morthos wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Adept, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Morthos took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up hammer and armor he uses now. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Disciplined, Philantrophist. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: Just what you see.