Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many yellow ritualistic tattoos. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with white lining and desert motifs. His chestnut hair is smooth and relatively long. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Barber profession.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Mercenary. Some 5 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Everard never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and to unite with his sister

Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Mentor, In love, Family. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 4000 cp. Freshwater pearl (11 gp). Azurite (11 gp). Moss agate (11 gp). 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He very much looks the part of a Laborer. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his scimitar, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. His black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His black eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Barakas hails from a village terrorized by goblins. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Gardener. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Gardener.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Has a crush. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 500 gp. Red spinel (100 gp).

Description: He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He carries with him a set of whips on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Masseuse business.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Muggrish was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

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, Philantrophist, Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: With tan face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His green crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Tarhun was born with his mother's beautiful face. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Tarhun has worked very hard to control his curse. He has achieved small success as a Crown-heir.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Job. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He tends to wear a large brown jacket. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His red eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature pickaxe.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Nature, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 2600 sp. 3 Acid flasks. 1 Smokesticks.