Description: 4'9" and muscular, this eastern man has a large pastel mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his blue robe. His moppish red hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes are likewise brown.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He comes from a rich eastern family. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He bought a whip and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he is greedy

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Nature, Military, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Tanglefoot bags. 1 Alchemist’s fire. 5 Acid flasks.

Description: 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. He carries with him a set of crossbows, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He sports a flattop hair cut. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Kildrak hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his dancing career. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Kildrak was born with his mother's beautiful face. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has never given up on his dancing dream.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Gifted. Bonds: Adventurer, Attractive. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 310 gp.

Description: A 3'1" southern man, he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He has no hair. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born to a Mortician, his father struggled to pay the bills. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: An older man who wears an entirely brown suit with red socks and a vest with buckled shoes, he is not a threatening figure. His hair is silver and curly. He has gray eyes.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Everard lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and doesn't want to be a bather and was forced into it by his family

Flaws: Shy, Impulsive, Fearful. Bonds: Family, Attractive. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: He wears a simple tan robe with white stripes complete with hood, and carries shortbows. His hair is cut close to his head. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Thradal was born with his mother's beautiful face. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thradal fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 1300 sp.