Description: This man is very fat, and wears a tan armored body suit, with a simple white line shooting up and back down. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His eyes are gray and catlike.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. Through the years after Ahvain was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Ahvain's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 7000 sp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'8". He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt, and his gloved hand is found clutching a trident. His red hair is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 9. 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. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. 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 spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 110000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his longsword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has done his best to style his silver hair to look like a famous performer. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Riardon has worked very hard to control his curse. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Shy, Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 7000 sp. Solid gold idol (800 gp).

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a green vest and prefers grey and blue shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His black hair is greasy and uncared for. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing dancing.

History: Tharivol 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. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is a Barber first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Barber. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Barber and was forced into it by his family; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Family, Has a crush. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.