Description: 4'5" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He typically wears grey cloth garments or leather armor. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

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 pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his father. Oloric was born on a far western island where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Mortician. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Flaws: Insomniac, Cynical, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

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 believes the world needs to unite to get rid of dire rats once and for all.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

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

Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Enemies, Mentor, Attractive. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 120 pp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he prefers to wear green clothing when he does not wear armor. His white crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. Bidreked enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Sensitive, Hedonist. Bonds: Mentor, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 6000 sp.

Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He is portly but not overly obese. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He has all his life been fascinated with writing.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered writing. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Disease, Addict, Mundane. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: She wears tattered old clothes, and she perpetually has her whip ready. Her long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation she is generally quite perceptive. She notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. She uses divination through singing.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A freak accident while working with her Sailor father left her crippled. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Naivara fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and she desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Disease. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 200 gp.