Description: He is wearing a long, tan cloak, and he perpetually has his axe ready. His lavender fur is greasy and uncared for. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He was granted psionic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Military, Mentor. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears blue leather gloves, a blue jacket, and tight pants. His hair is black and curly. His eyes are gold and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Bather business.

History: The child of a Bellfounder, who enjoyed hunting, Vassago was taken on many hunting expeditions. Vassago abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tiefling artifacts is his passion; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist, Persistence. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 13000 cp.

Description: This fat eastern man has a bulbous nose and wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His white hair is lengthy. His green eyes peer out from beneath his broad green hat.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Mindartis was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Many goblins want him driven away; and a deep hatred of goblins

Ideals: Disciplined, Artistic, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it. His white hair and beard is wavy and long. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: Seeks redemption.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 80 gp.