Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He has a very tight haircut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. 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: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He prefers to wear yellow clothing when he does not wear armor. His hair is silver and curly. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When Alexandre reached his early adolescence his Human father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He bought a shield and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a black armored body suit, with a simple white line shooting up and back down. His auburn hair is matted, messy, and big. He wears a mask on his face.

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 misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his mother. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 45000 sp. 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: This man wears a green costume with the symbols of death on his torso, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact.

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Guardian, Nature, Mentor, Criminal record. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 48000 sp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (300 gp). 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is renowned for his bright grey suits and hats. He carries a battered shortbow and tarnished mace as well. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Randal took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Philantrophist. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: Just what you see.