Description: He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He has done his best to style his golden hair to look like a famous performer. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Dyer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Dyer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He tends to his Dyer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

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 balancing his hectic life and new dyer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Nature, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 1400 gp. Rhodochrosite (8 gp). Azurite (8 gp). Jet (70 gp). Zircon (60 gp). Sard (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with Stetson hat. He carries with him a set of shortbows on his belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He sports a flattop hair cut. This violet eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. After a long history of fighting, Carrie and his spouse have recently divorced.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 3000 gp. Coral (70 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Amber (70 gp). Star rose quartz (60 gp). Chrysoprase (60 gp). Chrysoprase (60 gp). Rhodochrosite (16 gp). Sard (60 gp). Aquamarine (200 gp). Black opal (1000 gp). Obsidian (16 gp). Violet garnet (200 gp). Peridot (60 gp). Azurite (16 gp). Star rose quartz (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly whips and pickaxes. His blonde hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Korfel grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Korfel. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Family, Military. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He has done his best to style his chestnut hair to look like a famous performer. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

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. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Priest business.

History: He was born in a small plains village. Adran liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He bought a crossbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy red stubble. He likes to wear green tank tops with red pants. He has a hunchback. His red hair, when down, is lengthy. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered west to less war torn lands. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: To unite with his sister.

Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Family, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: Just what you see.