Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He usually wears his black robe and has his longbow always slung over his shoulder. His crest is brass and curly. His gold eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Trynnicus was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. 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. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Trynnicus fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1300 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has shaved his head bald. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 38. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. When Ralf reached his early adolescence his Human father 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 has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Slave, Religious, Rich, Military. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. A small bag of saffron. (50 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (150 gp).

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He has moderate length blonde hair. His half smiles and gray eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Tordek lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Carter they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Spy, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter.

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Religious, Family. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 19000 cp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears suspenders and grey workpants. His shirt is red, and he wears a heavy grey leather apron most of the time. His golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Pígug is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Pígug was born the youngest of three triplets. His first spouse was a Sculptor, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He's also a talented Sculptor, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Family, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 120 gp. Moss agate (10 gp).

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He is an epitome of beauty. He keeps his silver hair in a flapper bob. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the west. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Religious, Guardian. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 100000 cp. Sard (70 gp).