Description: The light-skinned man stands 4'3" and wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His golden hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker black hat.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Morkral was born with his mother's beautiful face. When Morkral reached his early adolescence his Dwarf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Philantrophist, Impeccable. Flaws: Shy, Lazy. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 1100 sp.

Description: He wears just a tan suit. He carries with him a set of crossbows, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is white and very short. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He was taken from his home at a very young age. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Bonds: Job, Military, Slave. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He wears his green crest down. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: This man loves painting and to teach people painting more than just about anything. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Direcris 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. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Mercenary work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mercenary work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and expand his business

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Slave, Adventurer, Poor, Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 1500 gp. Moss agate (10 gp). Malachite (10 gp). Smoky quartz (60 gp). Violet garnet (500 gp). Eye agate (10 gp). Alexandrite (500 gp). Hematite (10 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle and is in decent physical shape. His blue crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. The war was a terrible time for him, and Vrondiss does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Gifted from a young age, Vrondiss studied abroad. He always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was granted divine powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His chestnut hair is knotted and matted. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was born in a small island village. 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. Harbek took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up rapier and armor he uses now. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice. Bonds: Adventurer, In love, Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 390 gp. Onyx (20 gp). Black pearl (500 gp). Star rose quartz (20 gp).