Description: He likes to wear grey tank tops with green pants. He carries with him a set of sickles, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is auburn, silky, and of moderate length. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Being a Brewer 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.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has lavender fur. His eyes are yellow and beady.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. Smoking was born on a far northern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Roofer. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he is content

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 200 gp. Freshwater pearl (10 gp). Silver pearl (100 gp).

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He dresses in black turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with tan slacks. His gold crest is heavily combed to the left. His gold eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Quarethon is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was born into a rich family. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Extrovert, Impeccable. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 400 gp. Pink pearl (60 gp). Deep blue spinel (1500 gp). Azurite (13 gp). Aquamarine (1500 gp). Zircon (60 gp). Aquamarine (1500 gp).

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His orange fur, when down, is lengthy. His yellow eyes are slightly larger than normal.

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 is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Moon was born on a far northern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Mortician. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and many orcs want him driven away

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Cynical, Forgetful. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 1100 gp. Violet garnet (1000 gp). Red-brown spinel (120 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Rhodochrosite (6 gp). Pink diamond (2000 gp). Smoky quartz (60 gp). Obsidian (6 gp).