Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His tied-back hair is blonde. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

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. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Riardon was born with his father's beautiful face. A freak accident while working with his Weaver father left him crippled. He bought a club and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears a black coat over a green low-cut shirt, and a small hat upon his head. His brown hair is knotted and matted. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Gerald was born on a far eastern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Tailor. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

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

Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: He wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple red line shooting up and back down. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His brown hair has been sun bleached extensively. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He works hard and plays hard.

History: Riardon was born the youngest of three triplets. After coming to the age of reason, Riardon took it upon himself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Fletcher they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Ruler, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 2900 sp.

Description: He wears a grey shirt, with a blue mid length shorts with blue tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them, and he perpetually has his pickaxe ready. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his blue eyes.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Engraver arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. 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 remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 300 sp. 1 Breastplate.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has wavy golden hair. His eyes are violet.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. The war was a terrible time for him, and Morkral 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 several months after his mother was called into army service. A serious injury left his mother unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm mother. He got money to start a business from the gang present in town. He is greatly indebted to them.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Debt, Criminal record. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 1600 sp.