Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He carries with him a set of whips on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He wears his silver hair up. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is a great chef.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Ostracized due to the arcane powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Halflings became a terror of the countryside. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This man usually wears his green robe and has his longbow always slung over his shoulder, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has no hair. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing singing.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. 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: Money/treasure; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Opinionated, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple black line shooting up and back down, marred by chocolates. His black hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Hamil reached his early adolescence his Halfling father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was granted martial powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He tends to wear a brown poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt, marred by chocolates. His long silver hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Fabien took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up nunchaku and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and to prove his worth to the world

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 800 sp.