Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He keeps his blonde hair in a pixie cut. He has blue eyes.

Personality: Everard hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his music career. A friendly and beautiful Human, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Scribe responsibilities is difficult; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 3200 sp. 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Breastplate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This man stands a little under 6'6" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His hair is long and red with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small yellow clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He bought a sai and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 200 gp. Banded agate (13 gp). Brown-green garnet (100 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: Standing 5'2", this man is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing yellow cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze. His blonde hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he is greedy

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 9000 cp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a pastel shirt, with a black mid length shorts with black tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His silver hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. His gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. 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: Optimist. Flaws: Disease, Racist. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his scythe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a rose on it. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Clerebold was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Enemies, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Half-Plate.