Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His auburn hair is thinning but still full. He has brown eyes.

Personality: He hates Humans with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Nature, Military. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 5'8". He wears an entirely grey suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes, and his gloved hand is found clutching a halberd. His auburn hair has been sun bleached extensively. He has several tiny opal earrings on each ear.

Personality: He hates dire rats. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: The child of a Slave Trader, who enjoyed hunting, Theobald was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Theobald took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up halberd and armor he uses now. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Revenge; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Nature, Family. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 10000 cp. Bloodstone (50 gp). 1 Half-Plate. 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Breastplate.

Description: This man dresses well, wearing brown shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized topaz on his left hand. His hair is brown and curly. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. With a patchy blonde beard and wild blonde hair. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. 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: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Nature, Mentor. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 2300 sp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 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 wearing a long, green, dusty cloak. With bright golden hair and a scraggly beard. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Frederick hails from a village terrorized by giants. Through the years after Frederick was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Frederick's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Frederick was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and a deep hatred of giants

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 600 gp.