Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Sporting a blonde mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing writing.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered writing. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Slave, Poor. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears skinny pants and wears a tan and grey robe with the hood down. His white crest has been sun bleached extensively. His fierce gold eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is a great chef.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he is content

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: An older man who is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured, he is not a threatening figure. His fur is cut close to his head. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 70. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He got into the Body Guard business at a young age. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Body Guard work with an outfit from a few towns over. Body Guard work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 50000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 5'10" and is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is long and white with streaks of auburn, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is auburn, braided, and well cared for. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Ûkbûk took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up glaive and armor he uses now. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 24000 cp.

Description: This malnourished man wears a simple brown robe with white stripes complete with hood. His yellow fur is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are copper and catlike.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He has all his life been fascinated with music.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Poor, Family, Religious. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 70 pp.