Description: He is scrawny and has patchy auburn stubble. He tends to wear a brown poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He has a hunchback. He wears his auburn hair up. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 88. 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. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man dresses in blue turtlenecks beneath a red coat with blue slacks. His red hair is knotted and matted. His eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Ostracized due to the arcane powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Depressed, Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 46000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is dark but he possesses many violet ritualistic tattoos. He wears a blue vest and prefers violet and black shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His red hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His father worked until he suffered an accident while they were digging through a hill for a new route. He had to support his now crippled father and took his father's old job. 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. Jocelyn 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.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'6" when asserting himself. He keeps his auburn hair in a flapper bob. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 island due to the painful memories there. Conrad took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up crossbow and armor he uses now. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Adventurer, Military, Nature, Guardian. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 8000 sp.

Description: This late middle aged man wears light armors faded through time and improper care and is in decent physical shape. He is bald on top and has large brown tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he is greedy

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Rich. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 28000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.