Description: He likes to wear tan tank tops with green pants. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He sports a flattop hair cut. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Qualen is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. Qualen liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Nature, Poor. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Holy water.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a green cloak and cross-gartered brown stockings. He wears his golden hair down. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He uses divination through singing.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants a kiss.

Ideals: Passionate, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 6000 gp. Peridot (30 gp). Chalcedony (30 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (900 gp). Lapis lazuli (14 gp). Obsidian (14 gp). Deep green spinel (130 gp). Onyx (30 gp). Star ruby (900 gp). Lapis lazuli (14 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it. His hair is auburn and very short. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Rael's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. The war was a terrible time for him, and Rael does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. Rael liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 250 gp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty red coat over it. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. His eyes are brown.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Theriatis was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Flaws: Ugly, Greedy, Addict. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 500 gp. Aquamarine (200 gp). Sard (70 gp).