Description: He is wearing a tight brown one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly scythes and longswords. His beige fur is matted, messy, and big. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Weaver arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. After months of barely getting by, Moon managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears silk and lounges about seductively. His chestnut hair is lengthy. He has gray eyes.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Halfling companion (his 'brother'). He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 700 gp. Citrine (50 gp). Blue quartz (6 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp). Iolite (50 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was born in a small plains village. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of freemasons.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Impulsive, Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Family. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 150 gp. 1 Simple lock.

Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He usually wears his tan robe and has his longbow always slung over his shoulder. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His white hair is lengthy. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He became a Performer soon after.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Antitoxin. 3 Thunderstones. 6 Acid flasks.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His golden hair is lengthy. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Kilvar hails from a village terrorized by giants. Kilvar liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 380 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp).