Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he likes to wear white tank tops with green pants. His golden hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. 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, Muggrish is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 30 pp.

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 moppish red hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Ortegar speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He has all his life been fascinated with painting.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Impeccable, Artistic, Logical. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 3000 gp. Smoky quartz (20 gp). White opal (800 gp). Jade (90 gp). Aquamarine (200 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). Citrine (20 gp). Coral (90 gp). Star rose quartz (20 gp). Golden pearl (90 gp). Golden yellow topaz (200 gp). Star ruby (800 gp). Rose (20 gp). Rhodochrosite (8 gp). Black star sapphire (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he is typically in his Barkeep uniform. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of giants once and for all.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He worked as a nervous Barkeep and found it very stressful. During his travels, Jak and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Jak discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Jak fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: To be a Bounty Hunter again.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 7000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: She wears a tattered pair of loose white pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and carries bows. Her blonde hair is smooth and relatively long. This gray eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Prone to second guessing herself, she comes off as nervous. She would rather hide behind her crafts than deal with other people.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. 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. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Puyet fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 900 gp.