Description: He prefers to wear brown pants and tee shirts. He carries with him a set of glaives on his belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. He has wavy red hair. He has amber eyes and a brown hat with a blue feather.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. A friendly and beautiful Half-Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 1900 gp. Violet garnet (200 gp). Amber (40 gp).

Description: This man wears a grey coat over a yellow low-cut shirt, and a small hat upon his head. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. 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.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Lazy, Insane. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 8000 cp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He dresses like a well dressed Mercenary does. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He wears his white hair up in a very large beehive style do. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his amber eyes.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Tûgog grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Tûgog. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Mercenary for hire.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Job, Slave, Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his bastard sword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt, marred by beers. Sporting a auburn mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: Just what you see.