Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Dwarf, and stands approximately 4'0". He wears a tight fitting brown shirt and pants, and his gloved hand is found clutching a bow. His white hair is thinning but still full. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Rangrim has worked very hard to control his curse. He's also a talented Servant, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to end his boredom

Flaws: Disease, Ugly, Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care, and he perpetually has his trident ready. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He uses divination through singing.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His parents enrolled him in a Fighter school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. He has worked as a Body Guard like his father before him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a grey shirt, with a yellow mid length shorts with yellow tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His black hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Zaffrab 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. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Disciplined, Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tabaxi, and stands approximately 6'0". He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior, and his gloved hand is found clutching a hammer. He has styled his orange fur well, parting it to the right. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: Sun speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Tabaxi companion (his 'brother'). He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature hammer.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Logical. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 600 gp.