Description: A middle-aged man, he tends to wear a grey poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt, and is pretty ugly. His hair is always cut to a buzz. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Oloric was born on a far western forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Locksmith. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 270 gp.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a brown coat over a blue low-cut shirt, and a small hat upon his head. He keeps his long silver hair kept up in a rat tail. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Laucian has worked very hard to control his curse. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Passionate, Joker, Logical. Flaws: Disease. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears an entirely yellow suit with grey socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He is physically well-built. He has done his best to style his brown hair to look like a famous performer. He has green eyes and a yellow hat with a grey feather.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Hagren lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His first spouse was a Mortician, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. 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 has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Family, Religious. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 60 pp.

Description: He tends to wear a large red jacket. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He hates brigands. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. 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. Hunter fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge.

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Bonds: Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: Just what you see.