Description: This man is very fat, and wears dull green sweaters, loose white pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed longsword, just in case. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Human culture. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He bought a longsword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Human compassion; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Racist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His green eyes peer out from beneath his small blue hat.

Personality: Percival wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Bard, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. A freak accident while working with his Sailor father left him crippled. During his travels, Percival and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Percival discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Percival fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 90000 cp.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a tattered pair of loose white pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and is pretty ugly. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: He is a Dyer first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He works hard and plays hard.

History: The child of a Seamstress, who enjoyed hunting, Reynard was taken on many hunting expeditions. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Expand his business; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Job, Nature. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He carries a battered flail and tarnished nunchaku as well. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

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. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was born in the west. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 1000 gp. Rich purple corundum (1100 gp). Sardonyx (20 gp).

Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his pickaxe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. He has silver hair. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. His druidic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 500 gp. Jasper (30 gp). Amber (40 gp). Rose (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item.