Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He wears baggy brown pantaloons and a white scarf. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His long golden hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: Robert was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Slave, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 2400 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1100 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (90 gp). Solid gold idol (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a tight fitting grey shirt and pants. He keeps his auburn hair in a flapper bob. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Darrak was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Darrak took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. He bought a mace and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and wants to raise his children well

Flaws: Insane, Shy, Hedonist. Bonds: Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 240 gp.

Description: He wears a violet shirt, with a pastel mid length shorts with pastel tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He keeps his brown hair in a pixie cut. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Through the years after Everard was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Everard's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Passionate, Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He wears his white hair down. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Mortician born in the past three hundred years. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Mortician.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Mortician responsibilities is difficult; and money/treasure

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.