Description: This man is very fat, and wears violet robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a crossbow, but if one is not available he will default to his scimitar. Sporting a chestnut mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy white stubble. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light green in addition to tight pants. He has a hunchback. His white hair, when down, is lengthy. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Thomas was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To be a Miner again; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Military, Nature, Job. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 2600 sp.

Description: He prefers to wear flannel. He is physically well-built. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length red hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Clerebold isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Clerebold was born with his father's beautiful face. His divine abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Religious, Attractive. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 2300 sp. 2 Antitoxin.

Description: He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His black hair and beard is wavy and long. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He moved out west to avoid the crime he committed. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and money/treasure

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Disease, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His chestnut hair is unkempt and raggedy. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are blue.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born in the west. Lance was born on a far western mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Crown-heir. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 38000 sp. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Breastplate. 1 Breastplate. 1 Half-Plate.