Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'2". He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his sickle with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt, and his gloved hand is found clutching a sickle. His white hair is long and unkept. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was born in a small mountains village. Wymar was born on a far western mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Locksmith. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs.

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 3000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His hair is chestnut and curly. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. In his 20th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He was granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear.

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 5'11". She wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with red lining and desert motifs, and her gloved hand is found clutching a falchion. Her brown hair is greasy and uncared for. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. She is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: The child of a Engraver, who enjoyed hunting, Isabella was taken on many hunting expeditions. While she appears to be a normal Human, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She is content; and to find somewhere to settle down

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Shy, Insane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 300 gp. Black star sapphire (1400 gp). Brown-green garnet (150 gp). Alexandrite (300 gp).

Description: She wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. She usually doesn't wear a shirt. Her hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. Her eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: A grumpy gal she will invite people to lunch so she can critique them. Yet she still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. She is cautious and jumpy. She reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. Over the years she perfected her riding and shooting skills. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and she feels threatened by others

Ideals: Philantrophist, Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: Just what you see.