Description: This late middle aged man tends to wear a red poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt and is in decent physical shape. His chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Corkitron liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He bought a axe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: This man stands a little under 6'7" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with broad hat. His black hair is matted, messy, and big. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines silver.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. In his 16th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive, Fearful. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 40 pp. Amber (110 gp).

Description: He wears baggy pastel pantaloons and a blue scarf. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He wears a colorful flower in his chestnut hair. He wears a mask on his face.

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. The war was a terrible time for him, and Dean does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Cynical, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Poor. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 370 pp. Chrysoprase (70 gp). Brown-green garnet (150 gp). Black star sapphire (1400 gp). Rose (70 gp). Canary diamond (5000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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 crest is gold and curly. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born in a small plains village. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Donaar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 1000 cp. 1 Buckler.