Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears just a pastel suit. His copper crest, when down, is lengthy. His eyes are gold.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Kiirith lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Religious. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1500 sp. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears professional attire. He wears a Stetson hat to cover his moderate length orange fur. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Optimist, Professionalism. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: Blue sapphire (700 gp).

Description: This man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized jet on his right hand. His long brass crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. His red eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 92. 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. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing dancing.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the east. He has had some formal dancing training, and achieved minor success. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Many giants want him driven away; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Family, Enemies. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 800 gp. Rose (60 gp). Chrysoprase (60 gp).

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. He has shaved his head bald. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Ahvain was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Commoner, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Commoner in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Ahvain 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: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 30 gp. 1 Silk rope.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears a tight fitting black shirt and pants. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is short and chestnut. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

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 lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Cynical, Lazy, Insane. Bonds: Slave, Poor. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 90 gp.