Description: He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His beige fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Art hails from a village terrorized by orcs. Art 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. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Optimist, Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 5000 gp. Black star sapphire (1200 gp). Amber (140 gp). Rock crystal (30 gp). Iolite (30 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Adventurer profession.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Ploughman arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Orryn has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and he wants revenge against giants

Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Job, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: This man prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized jet on his right hand. He has styled his copper crest well, parting it to the right. He has red eyes and a green hat with a red feather.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Gifted from a young age, Mozikth studied abroad. After coming to the age of reason, Mozikth 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. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found.

Ideals: Pacifist, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Military, Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 1700 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears a worn and beaten armor. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His crest, while still mostly black, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are likewise gold. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

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 is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Quarethon was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Logical, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Masterwork manacles. 1 Backpack. 1 Small steel mirror.

Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light violet in addition to tight pants. He is portly but not overly obese. His tied-back hair is chestnut. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: Just what you see.