Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his sickle with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His tied-back hair is chestnut. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. 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, Vanuath is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He is a Succubi in disguise. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Pacifist, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: Standing 5'2", this man has the majority of his body covered in plate. His hair is red and curly. This amber eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

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. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Ugly. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 12000 sp. Golden pearl (40 gp). Moss agate (16 gp).

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a brown tunic with black highlights, and long red pants that bunch up around his shoes. His chestnut hair has been sun bleached extensively. 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. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist, Persistence. Flaws: Fearful, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 2200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he very much looks the part of a Stableman. His hair is red and very short. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. Soveliss enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: Born in the north to a Stableman, Soveliss learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Soveliss abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Hedonist, Secretive. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 300 gp. Aquamarine (1300 gp). Citrine (70 gp). Eye agate (15 gp). Freshwater pearl (15 gp).

Description: He stands about 5'1" and likes to wear tan tank tops with black pants. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Arannis took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up nunchaku and armor he uses now. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Racist, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 16000 sp. Jeweled gold crown (2000 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (60 gp).