Description: He wears a tight fitting blue shirt and pants, and carries nunchakus. His chestnut hair is lengthy. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. 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 raised in a desert tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Nutae took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up nunchaku and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 800 gp. Onyx (60 gp). Lapis lazuli (11 gp).

Description: Standing 5'4", this man likes to wear ponchos typically of a light blue in addition to tight pants. His head has been shaved. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. 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: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. In his 10th year, his parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Korfel alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He bought a morningstar and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: A deep hatred of giants.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Nature, Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 1900 gp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of giants once and for all.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Aelar has worked very hard to control his curse. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Aelar was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: Many giants want him driven away; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized grey coat. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His white hair is still thick. His half smiles and brown eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

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 does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Apothecary arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 8000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears silk and lounges about seductively. His golden hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Courier. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Born in the south to a Courier, Varis learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has worked as a Courier like his father before him.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Impulsive, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Job. Occupation: Courier

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 1400 gp.