Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a blue coat over a brown low-cut shirt, and a feathered hat upon his head. His blue crest is smooth and relatively long. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines red.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. Sethrekar abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 2000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle, he is not a threatening figure. With a patchy auburn beard and wild auburn hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Gilthur was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 700 sp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he 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. His silver hair, when down, is lengthy. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Miles isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Miles grew up listening to his father's many stories. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. In his journeys he found a malevolent artifact. He wishes to return this artifact and its corrupting influence back to where it came.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Disease, Selfish. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His crest, while still mostly brass, has prominent grey streaks. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gold eyes.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He carries with him a set of morningstars, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Feldûsh was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. 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. 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: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Optimist, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 30 gp.