Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has dyed his greying brown hair a little too much giving a sharp brown color. He has gray eyes.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Randal reached his early adolescence his Human father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Recently a tribe of gnolls 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: He feels threatened by others; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined, Fighting. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 44000 sp.

Description: He is wearing a tight brown one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Adventurer profession.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Assassin. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Adventurer. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he wants to get laid

Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Has a crush, In love. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: Chrysoberyl (90 gp). Violet garnet (300 gp). Rose (50 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is dressed in earthy colors with a brown and red handkerchief worn on his left side. His white hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He has all his life been fascinated with writing.

History: Percival was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. A freak accident while working with his Junk Dealer mother left him crippled. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is content

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Shy, Disease, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 80 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'0". He wears suspenders and black workpants. His shirt is brown, and he wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time, and his gloved hand is found clutching a ceremonial dagger. He has moderate length brown hair. This hazel eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Born in the south to a Barber, Gerard learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His divine abilities were realized during a raid on his village. 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: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to be a junk dealer again

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 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 red ritualistic tattoos. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His top hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Gerald is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. 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: Gerald hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. He married young, but lost his spouse to dire rats. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Depressed. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.