Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He is dressed in earthy colors with a grey and red handkerchief worn on his left side. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Reynard took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up glaive and armor he uses now. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Unemployed they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Mercenary, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Nature, Family, Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 300 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears a green tunic with blue highlights, and long brown pants that bunch up around his shoes. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his small green hat.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with poetry. He constantly tries to fill his life with poetry. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Manfred grew up listening to his father's many stories. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature bastard sword.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Artistic, Philantrophist, Logical. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Guard

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'2" and wears baggy yellow pantaloons and a white scarf. Sporting a chestnut mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His eyes are amber.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the west. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Blacksmith. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Blacksmith.

Motivation: He wants revenge against giants; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 1100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This late middle aged man wears tattered old clothes and is in decent physical shape. He has shaved his head bald. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Gomory is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the south. Gomory was born on a far southern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Bowyer. He struck the Bowyer job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 500 gp. Star ruby (1100 gp). Onyx (40 gp). Zircon (40 gp). Coral (160 gp).

Description: With grey face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His chestnut hair is lengthy. His skin is flawless and his violet eyes scan people very quickly.

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 keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Cynical, Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.