Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'10" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His cinnamon fur is smooth and relatively long. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of gnolls once and for all.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by gnolls. Flask was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the gnolls.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Logical. Bonds: Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 10000 sp. Jeweled electrum ring (3000 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (50 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His hair is silver and curly. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Bruz will drive conversation. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He has had some formal dancing training, and achieved minor success. He has never given up on his dancing dream.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Extrovert, Optimist, Artistic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears long strands of aquamarine and short tan dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. This hazel eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. 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; and he is greedy

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Mundane, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Courier

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a tattered pair of loose blue pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He keeps his long blue hair kept up in a rat tail. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. A freak accident while working with his Weaver father left him crippled. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Depressed, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 8000 sp. Black star sapphire (800 gp). Rock crystal (60 gp). Amethyst (110 gp). Chalcedony (60 gp).

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His black hair is smooth and relatively long. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the north. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Silvo took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up bow and armor he uses now. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

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. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 200 gp.