Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His chestnut hair is greasy and uncared for. His ears are large.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Iados was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His childhood dream was to be a Carpenter, but he was a colossal failure. He became a Blacksmith soon after.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and to be a carpenter again

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears a brown tunic with blue highlights, and long pastel pants that bunch up around his shoes. He keeps his long lavender fur kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are yellow and catlike.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. 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 wants to get laid; 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: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Criminal record, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 9000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This eastern man wears a blue shirt, with a white mid length shorts with white tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His clothes are grease stained in places. His silver hair is still thick. His half smiles and violet eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Rolen 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. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the east were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This man prefers to wear flannel. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized jet on his right hand. His brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. He has white eyes and a red hat with a brown feather.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Disease, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: Just what you see.