Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His yellow fur is thinning but still full. His skin is flawless and his amber eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: Silent was born with his mother's beautiful face. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 42000 sp.

Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He carries with him a set of daggers, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His chestnut hair, when down, is lengthy. His silver unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Cressel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 5000 cp.

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 green vest and prefers black and brown shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His silver hair is cut short. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Ahvain was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Herbalist hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 2000 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1200 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1200 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 5'4" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His lavender fur is lengthy. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Healer business.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Tricking took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scythe and armor he uses now. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 500 gp. An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (160 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1200 gp). 1 Half-Plate.