Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'3" when asserting himself. His chestnut hair is heavily combed to the right. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

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 he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 170 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His red hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 60. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Enialis was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. 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.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 130 pp.

Description: He is in excellent shape and is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His white hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. He has green eyes.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Being a Fisher kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Criminal record, Attractive. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 1000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears bulky grey painted plate armor. He carries with him a set of shortbows on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He has wavy chestnut hair. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Thamior has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 6000 sp. Blue sapphire (1100 gp). Emerald (1100 gp). Coral (80 gp). Lapis lazuli (6 gp). White opal (1100 gp). Brown-green garnet (80 gp).

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a flail, but if one is not available he will default to his bow. His long auburn hair reaches down to his waist. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

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. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He has had some formal writing training, and achieved minor success. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Cynical, Addict. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Server

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 500 gp. Aquamarine (800 gp). Red-brown spinel (120 gp).