Description: He has a missing right leg. He prefers to wear black clothing when he does not wear armor. His rusty crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: Gifted from a young age, Kiirith studied abroad. In his 11th year, his parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Kiirith alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Gifted, Professionalism, Philantrophist. Bonds: Enemies, Has a crush. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 1800 sp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a nunchaku, but if one is not available he will default to his hand crossbow. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 28. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his father. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 11000 cp. Fire opal (900 gp). Rhodochrosite (15 gp). Aquamarine (400 gp).

Description: With yellow face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he usually wears his white robe and has his pickaxe always slung over his shoulder. His hair is chestnut and curly. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Curran grew up listening to his father's many stories. Curran 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. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Sellsword and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 10000 gp. Red-brown spinel (160 gp). White pearl (160 gp). Eye agate (11 gp). Black pearl (1100 gp). Alexandrite (1100 gp). Pink pearl (160 gp). Obsidian (11 gp). Tourmaline (160 gp). Obsidian (11 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Halflings. His skin is dark but he possesses many yellow ritualistic tattoos. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He keeps his long auburn hair kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was granted martial powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and balancing his hectic life and new stylist responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.