Description: This exceptionally lanky man is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His hair is cut close to his head. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. Vanuath was born on a far western forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Shoemaker. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Hedonist, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 160 gp. 2 Smokesticks.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a tan vest and prefers brown and green shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His silver hair is singed and shortened. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He hates giants. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Taklinn 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 freak accident while working with his Mortician mother left him crippled. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it; and a deep hatred of giants

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively. He carries a battered spear and tarnished whip as well. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Born to a Marshal, his father struggled to pay the bills. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Marshal. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Poor. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 700 sp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tabaxi, and stands approximately 6'9". He wears a grey coat over a red low-cut shirt, and a small hat upon his head, and his gloved hand is found clutching a pickaxe. He has moderate length yellow fur. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Harvest reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Harvest was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: Just what you see.