Description: He is in excellent shape and tends to wear a brown poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his broad brown hat.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. 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 into a rich family. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1300 gp. Hematite (10 gp). Smoky quartz (70 gp). Jet (100 gp). Rhodochrosite (10 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. His hair is cut close to his head. He has hazel eyes and a brown hat with a black feather.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. After coming to the age of reason, Hadarai took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of philosophers.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is content

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Addict, Secretive, Mundane. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: This slender man stands about 5'4". He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his scythe with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Shy, Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 5000 sp. Smoky quartz (80 gp). Eye agate (4 gp). Carnelian (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 4'7" and wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He keeps his auburn hair in a flapper bob. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Eiravel is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Eiravel 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. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Extrovert, Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 6000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (4000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp). A pair of blacksmith’s puzzle; each has a pair of interlocked iron designs that users try to take apart and put back together (70 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (130 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1400 gp). Solid gold idol (600 gp). Solid gold idol (600 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His hair is black and curly. His eyes are likewise green.

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 has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Nim took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. He bought a sickle and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Addict. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 280 pp. Iolite (30 gp). Chrysoprase (30 gp). Alexandrite (500 gp). Banded agate (4 gp). Violet garnet (500 gp). Alexandrite (500 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp). Sard (30 gp).