Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 5'5". He tends to wear a large violet jacket, and his gloved hand is found clutching a pickaxe. He sports a long black beard, and similarly colored long hair. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: He was born in the west. Shane was born on a far western forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Armorer. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He is content; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Addict. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 20000 cp. Moss agate (6 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He has no hair. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To clean up the streets.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Shy. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 24000 cp.

Description: He prefers to wear white clothing when he does not wear armor. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His chestnut hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Gomory 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 is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: Gomory 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 gifted student he started as a Healer, but he got bored and became a Jeweler. He has achieved small success as a Jeweler.

Motivation: To be a Healer again.

Ideals: Extrovert, Professionalism. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Job. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a ceremonial dagger, but if one is not available he will default to his glaive, and is pretty ugly. He sports a flattop hair cut. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. A freak accident while working with his Painter mother left him crippled. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light pastel in addition to tight pants. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His blonde hair is heavily combed to the right. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

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. 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, Miles is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Miles liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Slave, Religious, Nature, Job. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1400 sp.