Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His red fur is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. His eyes are yellow.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Beast was born with his father's beautiful face. In his youth he was a Laborer, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Nature, Attractive. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 1900 sp. Golden yellow topaz (400 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He likes to wear blue tank tops with brown pants. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his ceremonial dagger, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. He sports a flattop hair cut. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. 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, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tieflings in the south were limited. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to protect his home

Ideals: Logical, Optimist, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 190 gp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Halfling, and stands approximately 3'0". He wears a red collared shirt and tan pants. He accessorizes with a black scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt, and his gloved hand is found clutching a sickle. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: Oblar is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. His necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 15000 cp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His head has been shaved. His ears are large.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with singing. He constantly tries to fill his life with singing. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Corkitron is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: The child of a Spice Merchant, who enjoyed hunting, Corkitron was taken on many hunting expeditions. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered singing. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Assassin

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

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His fur is gray and curly. His eyes are a pleasant copper.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Marshal arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Disciplined. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 800 gp.