Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle, marred by teas. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. The war was a terrible time for him, and Anverth does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When Anverth reached his early adolescence his Gnome mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 240 pp. Star rose quartz (50 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 grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a greataxe, but if one is not available he will default to his scythe. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Bonds: Mentor, Religious. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 1300 sp.

Description: 5'2" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears a black shirt, with a grey mid length shorts with grey tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His brown hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Raer has worked very hard to control his curse. He was granted psionic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Selfish, Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 400 gp. Aquamarine (600 gp). Deep green spinel (50 gp). 1 Everburning torch. 3 Holy water. 4 Antitoxin.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is dressed in earthy colors with a tan and blue handkerchief worn on his left side. He has silver hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Roofer. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Human activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Human doctor. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Impulsive, Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: He usually wears his white robe and has his glaive always slung over his shoulder. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Fargrim grew up listening to his mother's many stories. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 island due to the painful memories there. Fargrim took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up glaive and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: Zircon (60 gp). Coral (60 gp). Onyx (60 gp). Blue quartz (8 gp). White pearl (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.