Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. His golden hair and beard is wavy and long. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Anselm was born with his father's beautiful face. Anselm abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. 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: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears suspenders and black workpants. His shirt is green, and he wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He wears a colorful flower in his blonde hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Fortune-teller but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born in a small plains village. His childhood dream was to be a Unemployed, but he was a colossal failure. He tends to his Fortune-teller job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He tends to wear a black poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His hair, while still mostly brown, has prominent grey streaks. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. Ostracized due to the psionic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted, Persistence. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 400 gp. A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (170 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (300 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He wears bulky tan painted plate armor, and carries daggers. His golden hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A freak accident while working with his Bellfounder father left him crippled. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Wymar 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; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease, Shy, Ugly. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears baggy pastel pantaloons and a brown scarf. He carries a battered whip and tarnished lance as well. He has shaved his head bald. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his mother. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Joker. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 100 gp.