Description: This man wears baggy tan pantaloons and a brown scarf. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. He has blonde hair. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Disciplined, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Crowbar. 1 Superior lock.

Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep white leather and dull black iron scale mail, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'8" when asserting himself. He has blonde hair. He has several tiny aquamarine earrings on each ear.

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 thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He found a children's book about a Human Aristocrat who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. Being a Butcher kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Butcher and was forced into it by his family; and an old rival family wants him found

Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His white hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His skin is flawless and his blue eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. 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, Zâthra is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: To clean up the streets.

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Guardian. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a simple tan robe with white stripes complete with hood, and carries shortbows. His hair is cut close to his head. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Thradal was born with his mother's beautiful face. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thradal fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 1300 sp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Dragonborn, and stands approximately 6'1". He wears a green armored body suit, with a simple red line shooting up and back down, and his gloved hand is found clutching a rapier. His crest is cut close to his head. He has gold eyes.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Mortician work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mortician work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: Just what you see.