Description: A middle-aged man, he wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a dagger, but if one is not available he will default to his club, and is pretty ugly. He wears a Stetson hat to cover his moderate length golden hair. His eyes are hazel and beady.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. The war was a terrible time for him, and Nalral does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 1000 sp. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument.

Description: This light-skinned male is dressed in a clean black cloak covering his clean studded leather. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His hair is auburn, silky, and of moderate length. His skin is flawless and his gray eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Rolen was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Aristocrat, 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 Aristocrat in service of a powerful lord somewhere. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. 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 reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

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

Possessions: 30 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He carries with him a set of pickaxes, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He keeps his long black fur kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He is fiercely devoted to his mother, and views his mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-brother.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Seven 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. He bought a pickaxe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears dull tan sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed crossbow, just in case. His silver hair is braided into rings. He has hazel eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Soapmaker work with an outfit from a few towns over. Soapmaker work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and expand his business

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Addict. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He likes to wear brown tank tops with black pants. His silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are brown and catlike.

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: Theobald lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Theobald 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 has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 200 gp.