Description: He wears professional attire. He carries a battered longsword and tarnished shortbow as well. His hair is cut close to his head. His silver eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Tethren 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. Tethren liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. 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: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to be a interpreter again

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 200 gp. Black pearl (300 gp).

Description: He wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a pickaxe, but if one is not available he will default to his shield. His black hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Born in the west to a Butcher, Xappan learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. A gifted student he started as a Healer, but he got bored and became a Butcher. He tends to his Butcher job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To be a Healer again; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 900 sp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a white vest and prefers tan and red shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His moppish silver hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. A true patriot, Darrak would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Healer. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Healer.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to be a banker again

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Military, Nature, Job. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He has a large green mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his white robe, and carries swords. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length auburn hair. His eyes are blue and beady.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He got into the Barkeep business at a young age. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Barkeep. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Barkeep for hire.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 4000 sp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'10" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it. His cinnamon fur is knotted and matted. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with dancing. He constantly tries to fill his life with dancing. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered dancing. 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 many orcs want him driven away

Ideals: Artistic, Logical, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 1600 sp. 1 Masterwork studded leather.