Description: He wears a white armored body suit, with a simple grey line shooting up and back down. He carries with him a set of bows on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. His hair is white and curly. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: Rurik was born the youngest of three triplets. A freak accident while working with his Actor father left him crippled. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Rurik fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 1000 cp.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears a simple violet robe with brown stripes complete with hood. His brown hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Anverth grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Anverth was born on a far western forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Scribe. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Opinionated, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 370 gp. 1 Magnifying glass.

Description: With pastel face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he prefers to wear flannel. He has no hair. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 90. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. Bhevek was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Bhevek decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. 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 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; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 230 gp.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a crossbow on his belt. His hair is purple and curly. His eyes are gold and catlike.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Oriax fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is content; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Hedonist, Mundane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 340 gp.