Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears professional attire. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy silver hair. He has a dull look in his brown 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. 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: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Randal 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 he made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Nature. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 200 gp.

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 hair is short and black. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His divine abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Shy. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His head has been shaved. His eyes are brown and beady.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Bowyer. He has achieved small success as a Bowyer.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Flaws: Ugly, Fearful, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 25000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is renowned for his bright grey suits and hats. He is physically well-built. He is bald on top and has large chestnut tufts of hair around his ears. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Simon was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He tends to his Unemployed job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 5000 sp. Citrine (20 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He wears his auburn hair up. He has blue eyes.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He was taken from his home at a very young age. 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. Manfred fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Slave. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.