Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He is dressed in earthy colors with a brown and blue handkerchief worn on his left side. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his small brown hat.

Personality: He hates Humans with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his father. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Masseuse; and wants a kiss

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has achieved small success as a Weaver.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Justice, Optimist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 9000 cp.

Description: He has a large tan mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his brown robe. He carries with him a set of bastard swords on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His auburn hair is still thick. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Shepherd arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. 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. Gilbert fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Insomniac, Emotional. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 300 gp. Sardonyx (40 gp). Moss agate (12 gp). Smoky quartz (40 gp).

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears a simple green robe with violet stripes complete with hood, marred by chocolates. He sports a long red beard, and similarly colored long hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Tim isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Shy, Antagonistic. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty red coat over it. His golden hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. The war was a terrible time for him, and Don does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

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

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he feels kind of lost in life

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Job, Military, Family. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1000 sp.