Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Half-Elf, and stands approximately 5'10". He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look, and his gloved hand is found clutching a hammer. His brown hair is lengthy. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

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 lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

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. Ostracized due to the psionic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Elves became a terror of the countryside. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Gifted, Philantrophist. Flaws: Cynical, Impulsive. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he is wearing a long, red, dusty cloak. His brown fur is thinning but still full. His eyes are a pleasant copper.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. 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 he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Silent took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up spear and armor he uses now. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Hunter and was forced into it by his family; and to reunite with his absent father

Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Rich, Nature, In love, Family. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This late middle aged man wears many layers of old clothing at all times and is in decent physical shape. He keeps his long blue crest kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are likewise gold.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Srorthen was born the youngest of three triplets. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Srorthen took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up hammer and armor he uses now. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Shepherd they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Baker, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: To unite with his sister; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Poor, Family, Nature. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a tan collared shirt and blue pants. He accessorizes with a grey scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His white hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 28000 sp.

Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light green in addition to tight pants. He keeps his black hair in a flapper bob. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Pushkrimp hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered south to less war torn lands. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by dire rats. Pushkrimp was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: Revenge; and he seems to be bored by most things

Flaws: Shy, Fearful, PTSD, Mundane. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 1 Breastplate. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Half-Plate.