Description: 5'4" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears a white shirt with thin black vertical stripes and grey pants. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length brown fur. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Sailor business.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Beast has worked very hard to control his curse. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 20000 cp. Rock crystal (60 gp). Freshwater pearl (15 gp).

Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light brown in addition to tight pants. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His hair is silver and very short. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Cagak will drive conversation. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His childhood dream was to be a Bookbinder, but he was a colossal failure. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Expand his business; and balancing his hectic life and new sellsword responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Extrovert. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Rich, Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: Sardonyx (80 gp).

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it, and carries swords. He keeps his red hair in a pixie cut. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. 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. Lorm fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Hedonist. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: French accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is dressed in a clean blue cloak covering his clean studded leather. His moppish brown hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He was born in the south. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and regain custody of his son

Ideals: Logical, Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He wears a blue armored body suit, with a simple violet line shooting up and back down. He carries a battered pickaxe and tarnished longbow as well. He has a black handlebar mustache and slicked back black hair. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Vondal was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Crown-heir hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 40 gp.