Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears pastel painted combat armor at almost all times. His golden hair and beard is wavy and long. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Assassin born in the past three hundred years. 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, Aust is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He got into the Assassin business at a young age. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Assassin. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears pastel trousers with black and white striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He has wavy white crest. This gold eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Many brigands want him driven away; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Nature, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: He wears a tight fitting white shirt and pants. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He has a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of drow once and for all.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. 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 a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Enemies, Mentor, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 1 Chain shirt.

Description: A 6'8" western man, he wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He wears a Stetson hat to cover his moderate length lavender fur. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson pastel hat.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Sweet was born with his father's beautiful face. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He became a Healer soon after.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Healer responsibilities is difficult; and to be a sage again

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Poor, Job, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Healer

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 50 pp.

Description: Standing 6'0", this man wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his mace with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has styled his red hair well, parting it to the left. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Disease, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 180 gp. 1 Banded mail.