Description: He is wearing a long, brown cloak, and he perpetually has his nunchaku ready. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy black hair. His eyes are green and beady.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. Koeth enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Koeth fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Hedonist. Bonds: Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright brown and violet, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. His red hair is singed and shortened. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Jebeddo isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Gnomish unity. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He is wearing a tight tan one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His golden hair has been sun bleached extensively. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. After coming to the age of reason, Galinndan took it upon himself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. 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: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 100 gp. Lapis lazuli (11 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (600 gp). Moss agate (11 gp).

Description: With grey face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he typically wears grey cloth garments or leather armor. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: Alvyn was born with his father's beautiful face. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 island due to the painful memories there. Alvyn took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up halberd 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: He desires power and/or immortality.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 5000 cp.