Description: This slender man stands about 4'10". He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His chestnut hair is greasy and uncared for. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Herbalist and was forced into it by his family.

Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive. Bonds: Family, Religious. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 80 pp.

Description: This man stands a little under 4'9" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a sword, but if one is not available he will default to his mace. His auburn hair is heavily combed to the left. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Fivin was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. 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 eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: To clean up the streets.

Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Poor. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (100 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (50 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (7000 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (400 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (50 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (3000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy blonde stubble. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has a hunchback. He wears his blonde hair down. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

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. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Berrian's homeland. Berrian decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He was granted psionic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Cynical. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 13000 sp. Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (80 gp).

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright white and brown, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He keeps his long blonde hair kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of dire rats once and for all.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Gifted, Justice. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Religious. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is wearing a tight pastel one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He carries with him a set of crossbows, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His tied-back hair is silver. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Fortune-teller born in the past three hundred years. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Naeris fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Fortune-teller responsibilities is difficult; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting, Logical, Gifted. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 1600 gp. An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (160 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (4000 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (4000 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1900 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.