Description: The light-skinned man stands 5'2" and likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

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 Elf in existence. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Barber but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his mother. Because his mother participated in the massacre of their homeland, dire rats burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the north, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his father from journeying north to reunite his family. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Revenge; and many dire rats want him driven away

Ideals: Justice, Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man wears tattered old clothes. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His blue hair is long and unkept. He has silver eyes.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. A true patriot, Vassago would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was born in the east. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a pot bellied eastern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a tattered pair of loose violet pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He wears his auburn hair up in a very large beehive style do. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady violet eyes.

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. He is fiercely devoted to his father, and views his father's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-brother.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Engraver hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found.

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 5'1". He wears a yellow costume with the symbols of his god on his torso, and his gloved hand is found clutching a dagger. His blonde hair is singed and shortened. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He hates Humans with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. After coming to the age of reason, Ralf took it upon himself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was granted psionic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Mundane. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: Just what you see.