Description: He is in excellent shape and wears suspenders and pastel workpants. His shirt is yellow, and he wears a heavy pastel leather apron most of the time. His white hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Servant. He's also a talented Mercenary, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

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

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his warhammer, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. He has a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Everard was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length red hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 97. 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. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son; and doesn't want to be a fisher and was forced into it by his family

Flaws: Insane, Selfish, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He prefers to wear violet pants and tee shirts, marred by sweets. He has done his best to style his black hair to look like a famous performer. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. In his 16th year, his parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Roland alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Roland was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: Many giants want him driven away; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears suspenders and black workpants. His shirt is brown, and he wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time. He keeps his long silver hair kept up in a rat tail. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Human companion (his 'brother'). In the meantime he has taken over work as a Stableman and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.