Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 5'1". He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress), and his gloved hand is found clutching a quarterstaff. He has a white handlebar mustache and slicked back white hair. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Arnold isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is content; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1500 sp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Breastplate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His red hair is matted, messy, and big. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is mildly Human supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is a great chef.

History: Gifted from a young age, Conrad studied abroad. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Human activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Human doctor. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Conrad 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, Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 12000 sp. Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1200 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1200 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp).

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. Sporting a white mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has violet eyes and a grey hat with a black feather.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 80. 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. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Percival 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; and regain custody of his son

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: Golden pearl (120 gp). Hematite (12 gp). Moonstone (60 gp). 4 Thunderstones.

Description: He wears a pastel shirt, with a brown mid length shorts with brown tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His golden hair is heavily combed to the right. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 30000 cp. Golden yellow topaz (800 gp). Sard (70 gp).

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered grey stockings. His hair is white, silky, and of moderate length. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He comes from a rich eastern family. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.