Description: He wears red robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a ceremonial dagger, but if one is not available he will default to his quarterstaff. He carries with him a set of quarterstaffs on his belt, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. His golden hair is long and unkept. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Oskar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Cynical. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 320 gp.

Description: This tall, slender man wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He has no hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. After coming to the age of reason, Henry took it upon himself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He sports a long silver beard, and similarly colored long hair. He has hazel eyes.

Personality: Zûmug is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Zûmug 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 is greedy

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 50000 cp.

Description: This man wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His auburn hair is lengthy. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He bought a pickaxe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, PTSD. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Standing 4'11", this man is wearing a tight grey one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He keeps his brown hair in a pixie cut. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. Ivellios was born on a far northern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Mortician. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he is greedy

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Immigrant, Slave. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 80 pp.