Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears a pastel coat over a blue low-cut shirt, and a feathered hat upon his head. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His white fur is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Cask took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up bastard sword and armor he uses now. He bought a bastard sword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Slave, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 6000 sp. Tourmaline (150 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp). Citrine (70 gp).

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a worn and beaten armor. His golden hair is lengthy. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

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. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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 struck the Baker job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Flaws: Cynical, Mundane. Bonds: Has a crush, Job. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 300 gp. Chrysoprase (30 gp). Citrine (30 gp). 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument.

Description: This woman likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. She is muscular with a powerful set of arms. Her chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. Her gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Prone to second guessing herself, she comes off as nervous. She will do just about anything if she becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this she is easily convinced.

History: She was born at the edge of vast plains. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Williamina took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up flail and armor she uses now. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: She seems to be bored by most things; and she's attracted to the pc

Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Has a crush, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 30 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She has a missing left leg. She dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over her head. She has silver crest. Her red eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: While she acts the brute, she is far gentler than she would appear. She is stubborn though. She always likes to keep a trick up her sleeve. She likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if she feels she even has a chance of losing.

History: Arava was born into a poor family. Growing up, she dreamt of becoming a Ranger, to bring honor to her family’s name. When she came of age, she applied for a position with her town's local guard, looking to work her way up via merit and eventually become a Ranger in service of a powerful lord somewhere. She became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: She is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences her actions; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.