Description: Standing 4'11", this man tends to wear a large pastel jacket. His silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Efferil was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Bellfounder hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To protect his home; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Guardian. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 100 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp).

Description: He wears dull black sweaters, loose tan pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed bastard sword, just in case. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His white hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. He worked as a nervous Barkeep and found it very stressful. He has worked as a Barkeep like his father before him.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to be a ploughman again

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 130 gp. Obsidian (9 gp).

Description: A 4'0" western man, he wears suspenders and black workpants. His shirt is brown, and he wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time. He keeps his long black hair kept up in a rat tail. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Nordak was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Nordak abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. 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 has a crush on the local Animal Trainer; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Lazy. Bonds: Mentor, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society, and he perpetually has his greatsword ready. He has wavy copper crest. 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 will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born in the south. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 3000 sp. Fire opal (1500 gp). Alexandrite (700 gp). Red-brown spinel (130 gp). Carnelian (70 gp). Alexandrite (700 gp). Moss agate (11 gp). Smoky quartz (70 gp).

Description: A 5'3" western man, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy red hair. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Gifted from a young age, Alexandre studied abroad. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Alexandre took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up hammer and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.