Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'6" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears suspenders and tan workpants. His shirt is green, and he wears a heavy tan leather apron most of the time. His orange fur is long and unkept. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. 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 recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Secretive. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 50 pp. 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'6". He wears light armors faded through time and improper care, and his gloved hand is found clutching a quarterstaff. His chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. In his journeys he found a malevolent artifact. He wishes to return this artifact and its corrupting influence back to where it came.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His white fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. He has amber eyes.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He is fiercely devoted to his mother, and views his mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-brother.

History: Right-Handed was born the youngest of three triplets. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Stableman and was forced into it by his family; and marry his brother to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. Sporting a blonde mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He is a Lycanthrope in disguise. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He has achieved small success as a Baker.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 500 gp.