Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears long strands of topaz and short tan dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He has dyed his greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. He has a dull look in his violet eyes.

Personality: Hunter is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Hunter was born on a far northern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Fortune-teller. 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. Hunter fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Extrovert, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 100 gp. Obsidian (13 gp). Coral (130 gp). Golden pearl (130 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a white armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down. His hair is chestnut and curly. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. In his 12th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is content; and to find somewhere to settle down

Flaws: Mundane, Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 2000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears a tight fitting white shirt and pants, marred by sweets. His brown hair is unkempt and raggedy. His brown eyes are passionate and lively.

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. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Locksmith hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a white collared shirt and pastel pants. He accessorizes with a red scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. A serious injury left his father unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm father. He bought a hand crossbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Greedy, Shy. Bonds: Nature, Debt. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 200 gp.

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.