Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. He has several tiny amethyst earrings on each ear.

Personality: Gerald is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Mercenary arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed, Addict. Bonds: Slave, Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he dresses well, wearing brown shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His golden hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. This amber eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Heward took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He bought a flail and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Small steel mirror. 1 Silk rope. 1 Silk rope.

Description: Standing 5'10", this man dresses well, wearing blue shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His chestnut hair is cut short. 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: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing poetry.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Everard has worked very hard to control his curse. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Philantrophist, Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 11000 cp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His red hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His eyes are brown.

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. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: He was born in the north. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Revenge; and he wants revenge against dire rats

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 2600 sp. 1 Banded mail. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with tan colored cloaks and clothing. His hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: Just what you see.