Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he tends to wear a tan poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His auburn hair is still thick. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Don took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up club and armor he uses now. 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: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy, Lazy. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Server

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 3200 sp.

Description: With tan face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with broad hat. His white hair is thinning but still full. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. After coming to the age of reason, Varis took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Passionate, Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 50 pp.

Description: He has a missing right arm. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His blonde hair and beard is wavy and long. He has hazel eyes and a grey hat with a tan feather.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He is greedy; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Rich, Job, Nature, In love. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 1500 sp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Born to a Stableman, his father struggled to pay the bills. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to reunite with his old friends

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 2200 sp.