Description: He wears baggy black pantaloons and a pastel scarf. He carries a battered quarterstaff and tarnished monstrous two handed axe as well. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. He is very pretty but has cold, dead 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. 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, Manfred is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Manfred was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. 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. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Persistence. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 3200 sp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing grey cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze. With bright chestnut hair and a scraggly beard. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing writing.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered east to less war torn lands. 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 his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Depressed, PTSD. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 3000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He carries with him a set of flails, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has shaved his head bald. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born in a small island village. He worked as a nervous Bowyer and found it very stressful. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Bowyer for the past few years.

Motivation: To be a Map Maker again.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Opinionated. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 14000 cp. 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Average lock. 1 Backpack.

Description: He wears suspenders and pastel workpants. His shirt is white, and he wears a heavy pastel leather apron most of the time, and he perpetually has his mace ready. His auburn hair is matted, messy, and big. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He now mingles about in high society.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Rich. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: Peridot (70 gp).

Description: He wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a falchion, but if one is not available he will default to his bow, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'3" when asserting himself. His hair is long and brown with streaks of silver, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is silver, braided, and well cared for. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He got into the Mortician business at a young age. A gifted student he started as a Gardener, but he got bored and became a Mortician. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Mortician.

Motivation: A deep hatred of gnolls; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 170 pp. Golden pearl (60 gp). Deep green spinel (60 gp). Obsidian (8 gp). Freshwater pearl (8 gp). Carnelian (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.