Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light black in addition to tight pants. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

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 refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

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. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Cynical. Bonds: Slave, Family, Military. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 300 gp. Amethyst (100 gp). Chrysoprase (60 gp). Moss agate (10 gp). Black pearl (900 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has a very tight haircut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He was granted martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: He is wearing a tight tan one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His black hair and beard is wavy and long. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Pígug is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Hunter arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Orcs in the south were limited. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

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

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Job. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants, and he perpetually has his pickaxe ready. His red hair is still thick. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His childhood dream was to be a Cook, but he was a colossal failure. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Rich, Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 100 gp. Golden yellow topaz (900 gp). 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His silver hair and beard is wavy and long. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Dwarf in existence. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Kilvar was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He struck the Detective job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to be a performer again

Ideals: Justice, Opinionated. Bonds: Rich, Slave, Job, Family. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 300 sp. Cloth of gold vestments (120 gp). 1 Darkwood Shield.