Description: This man stands a little under 6'5" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He usually wears his brown robe and has his glaive always slung over his shoulder. His beige fur is smooth and relatively long. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 88. 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. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Kite liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Military, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 60 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Her black hair is knotted and matted. Her amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She is envious of other's things. She hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that she so desires. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Avice is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. 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. She has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: She wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Greedy. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: She is a mite stocky and wears red painted combat armor at almost all times. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. Her gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She is happy with her job as a Farmer. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. She uses divination through singing.

History: She was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: She's looking for her big break; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 3000 sp. Red spinel (110 gp). Blue quartz (11 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. She has slicked back chestnut hair. She wears a mask on her face.

Personality: She speaks before she thinks and is too direct. She is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes her no end of embarrassment.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Kabbarg was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. She was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. She never won. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Kabbarg 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; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Impulsive, Forgetful. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 130 gp. Lapis lazuli (16 gp).