Description: A middle-aged man, he likes to wear grey tank tops with red pants, and is pretty ugly. His red hair is braided into rings. His eyes are green and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. The war was a terrible time for him, and Tharivol does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Tharivol lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Tharivol took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister.

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Nature, Military, Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his broad green hat.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. After coming to the age of reason, Immeral took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears grey painted combat armor at almost all times. His chestnut hair is long and unkept. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Gennal wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Gennal was left his mother'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 share knowledge with the world; and he made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it

Ideals: Disciplined, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: Silver pearl (90 gp). Coral (90 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length brown hair. His ears are large.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His first spouse was a Sage, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Expand his business; and to be a sage again

Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Rich, Family. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 2600 gp. Sardonyx (20 gp). Moss agate (5 gp). Emerald (900 gp). Black pearl (1300 gp). Jet (100 gp). Azurite (5 gp). Rich purple corundum (900 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He keeps his silver hair in a flapper bob. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Nutae is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.