Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears a grey Stetson hat and grey clothes. His silver hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He always admired druidic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 5000 cp. 4 Acid flasks.

Description: This man is renowned for his bright violet suits and hats, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has a long blonde beard with little hanging trinkets. He has a dull look in his brown eyes.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Thakrak was born the youngest of three triplets. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and regain custody of his son

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Family, In love, Military. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears professional attire. His blonde hair is smooth and relatively long. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Heian was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His chestnut hair is greasy and uncared for. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Travok hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his dancing career. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Ostracized due to the psionic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dwarves became a terror of the countryside. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 30 pp.