Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His golden hair is still thick. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Joker, Logical. Flaws: Insomniac, Impulsive, Mundane. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Mortician. He has wavy black fur. He has blue eyes.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born into a rich family. Harvest abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Mortician and was forced into it by his family; and expand his business

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Family, Adventurer, Rich, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Chrysoberyl (100 gp). Aquamarine (1600 gp). Silver pearl (100 gp). Chrysoberyl (100 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a red and brown handkerchief worn on his left side. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly halberds and greatswords. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. As he has aged he has sought to do reparations for his actions as a youth. He is also making sure that his compatriots who never received punishment for their crimes are brought to justice.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. In his 10th year, his parents were killed by a gnolls raid, leaving Burto alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge.

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 70 pp.

Description: This eastern man is abnormally tall. He is wearing a long, yellow, dusty cloak. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Wymar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up club and armor he uses now. After a long history of fighting, Wymar and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Shy, Impulsive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 300 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (5 gp). 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate.