Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose green pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He carries a battered greataxe and tarnished club as well. His golden hair has been sun bleached extensively. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

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 does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. At a young age his father died while driving off some dire rats. His mother being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in club use. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Pikar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away; and revenge

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Cynical. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

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 fur is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 island due to the painful memories there. Harvest took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up club and armor he uses now. He bought a club and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a worn and beaten armor. His hair is long and white with streaks of auburn, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is auburn, braided, and well cared for. His blue eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Mundane, Greedy. Bonds: Military, Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 600 sp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears just a blue suit. He sports a flattop hair cut. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Umpen was born on a far eastern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Stylist. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: Moonstone (40 gp). Alexandrite (500 gp). Amber (50 gp). Rhodochrosite (6 gp). Sardonyx (40 gp). Red spinel (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.