Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'6". He dresses like a well dressed Bowyer does, and his gloved hand is found clutching a bow. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length blonde hair. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has worked as a Bowyer like his mother before him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and sabotage a competitor

Bonds: Job, Attractive, Guardian, Slave, Military. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 11000 sp. White opal (900 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he likes to wear brown tank tops with tan pants. He wears his blonde hair up in a very large beehive style do. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur, Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 300 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He has a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson black hat.

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. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he is wearing a long, blue cloak. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: Alexandre was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Soapmaker for the past few years.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and many dire rats want him driven away

Flaws: Mundane, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 80 pp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he has a large tan mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his green robe. His hair is long and silver with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small tan clips. His beard is chestnut, braided, and well cared for. This brown eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. 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: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Everard took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up hammer and armor he uses now. He bought a hammer and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and revenge

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Enemies, Military, Nature. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: Just what you see.