Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a brown coat. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His half smiles and gray eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. A true patriot, Gerbo would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a daughter. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Gerbo never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

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

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Military, In love. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 18000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his pickaxe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a rose on it. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature pickaxe.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears dull green sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed monstrous two handed axe, just in case. His chestnut hair is cut short. He has hazel eyes and a green hat with a brown feather.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Eiravel is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. Eiravel 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 bought a monstrous two handed axe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Professionalism, Justice. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 300 gp. Eye agate (6 gp). 4 Alchemist’s fire. 1 Antitoxin.

Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His silver hair is thinning but still full. He has several tiny sapphire earrings on each ear.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Carpenter. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears skinny pants and wears a brown and black robe with the hood down. His chestnut hair, when down, is lengthy. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: Valafar was born with his father's beautiful face. Valafar 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. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

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

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Bonds: Family, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.