Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is dressed in an above average manner. His beige fur is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has several tiny opal earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

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

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 8000 sp.

Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light violet in addition to tight pants. His silver crest is singed and shortened. His red eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He was born into a rich family. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and revenge

Ideals: Philantrophist, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 150 pp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (800 gp).

Description: This man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. With a patchy silver beard and wild silver hair. He has green eyes.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. Being a Mason kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Criminal record. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears suspenders and green workpants. His shirt is pastel, and he wears a heavy green leather apron most of the time. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His silver hair is thinning but still full. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Mortician born in the past three hundred years. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Feldûsh was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. Through the years after Feldûsh was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Feldûsh's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He became a Mortician soon after.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: Just what you see.