Description: 2'10" and muscular, this western man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He wears a top hat to hide his balding. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

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 harsh and unforgiving.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered west to less war torn lands. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Nature, Rich. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Baker. He has a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Mormog will drive conversation. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: A child with a great deal of dancing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered dancing. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert, Joker, Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame, and carries bastard swords. His auburn hair is cut short. His green eyes are slightly larger than normal.

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. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother 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 has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, In love. Occupation: Server

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 10000 cp. A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (130 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he dresses like a well dressed Servant does. He has done his best to style his silver hair to look like a famous performer. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He is a Deep Scion in disguise. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Half-Elven companion (his 'brother'). In the meantime he has taken over work as a Servant and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: Just what you see.