Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears a tan tunic with green highlights, and long violet pants that bunch up around his shoes. He keeps his chestnut hair in a pixie cut. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Warryn was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Body Guard work with an outfit from a few towns over. Body Guard work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He bought a nunchaku and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and to be a barkeep again

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 41000 sp.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'7" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He dresses like a well dressed Mortician does. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length golden hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

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 moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Flaws: Insane, Cynical, Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Thunderstones.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he has the majority of his body covered in plate. He keeps his black hair in a flapper bob. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He got into the Mortician business at a young age. His childhood dream was to be a Layabout, but he was a colossal failure. He has worked as a Mortician like his father before him.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and balancing his hectic life and new mortician responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Hedonist, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This younger middle-aged woman wears a simple grey robe with blue stripes complete with hood, and a wedding ring on her right hand. Her long silver hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: She is irascible and easily irritated. She is obsessed with her god.

History: Herleva lived on a farm with her father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Through the years after Herleva was born, her father became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Herleva's father didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her sons to still be retired.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions; and her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: In love, Religious, Family. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: Just what you see.