Description: The light-skinned man stands 4'5" and is dressed in a clean grey cloak covering his clean studded leather. He wears his brown hair up. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Beloril reached his early adolescence his Dwarf 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. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Sellsword.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Military, Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He prefers to wear black pants and tee shirts. His hair is silver and curly. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Glassblower and was forced into it by his family; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, PTSD. Bonds: Family, Rich. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 150 pp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears dull green sweaters, loose white pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed shortbow, just in case. He keeps his golden hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. Fargas is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by goblins, and he desires to right it; and revenge

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Family, Mentor, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 100 sp. Amber (150 gp). 2 Acid flasks.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a pastel shirt, with a white mid length shorts with white tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He has moderate length red fur. His blue eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the north. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Tabaxis in Cloud's homeland. Cloud decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He has never given up on his dancing dream.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Greedy, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 300 gp. Pink pearl (100 gp). Citrine (50 gp). White pearl (100 gp).