Average Age: 80-160
Average Height: 4´ 3˝–4´ 9˝
Average Weight: 160–220 lb.

Average Age: 20-70
Average Height: 3'10"–4'2"
Avergae Weight:75–85 lbs.

Average Age: 250-800
Average Height: 5´ 4˝–6´ 0˝
Average Weight: 130–170 lb.

Average Age: 20-60
Average Height: 5´ 6˝–6´ 2˝
Average Weight: 135–220 lb.

Average Age: 20-60
Average Height: 5’6”–6’2”
Average Weight: 135–220 lb.

Average Age: 20-60
Average Height: 5´ 6˝–6´ 2˝
Average Weight: 140–230 lb.

Average Age: 100-600 Years
Average Height: 6´ 2˝–6´ 8˝
Average Weight: 220–320 lb.

Average Age: 20-60
Average Height: 5´ 9˝–6´ 4˝
Average Weight: 155–225 lb.

Average Age: 40-70
Average Height: 5'6 - 5'9
Average Weight: 140-170 lb.

Ecasis, Goddess of Time
Ava, Goddess of Marriage
Itia, Goddess of Earth
Eris, Goddess of Tranquility
Kidmos, God of Beginnings
Asdur, God of Endings
Aldar, God of Medicine
Qimes, God of the Sky
Aesis, God of Destiny
Yvrasil, God of Shadows
Uneyar, God of Work
Gaqlo, God of Sleep
Eton, God of Good Luck
Idis, God of Hunting
Ueyr, God of Loyalty
Ifmes, God of Home
Yhdon, God of Animals
Omus, God of the Underworld
Ludum, God of the Moon
Ipher, God of Fire
Etdione, Goddess of Tricks
Umtia, Goddess of Battle
Odea, Goddess of Torture
Ivana, Goddess of Trade
Amtris, Goddess of Education
Fohtar, God of the Stars

Gomruer, God of Envy
Poqhena, Goddess of Dusk
Iagi, God of Misfortune
Yrus, God of Necromancy and Undead
Wehena, Goddess of Infamy
Ekmir, God of Vengeance

The fighter is your average swordsman, usually weilding a sword and shield. Their fighting techniques can come in handy for adventuring party, and these types are usually good leaders and even better followers. They gain the skill blade specialty, one additional skill.

The mage, or sorcerer, is a caster of spells. Whether helping their allies with a invigorating spell, or burning his foes with fireballs, they are a valuable ally. They require a spellbook if they have no staff or wand. They get the choice of three different spells (aka powers) to help them.

Paladins are warriors for their gods, whichever one they may worship. They cutdown enemies in the name of their god, and live by the lessons their deity teaches them. They are granted two Clerical powers, and are more effective at tanking enemy attacks.

Broken limbs, crushed skulls, and shattered shields are all signs of a Berserker. Masters of blunt weaponry, these people are amazing at breaking through enemy defenses. Maces and clubs are favorites of most Berserkers. Berserkers gain the additional skill of blunt specialty.

Clerics are devout followers of their deities, but more peaceful than paladin counterparts. Clerics are given access to 3 clerical powers.

Bow and arrows are the specialty weapons of Rangers. Attuned to the forest, these allies come in handy when dealing with animals or wooded-areas. Rangers gain the skill "bow specialty" and many have an animal companion.

Theives are skilled in the art of stealth and breaking-and-entering. They are somewhat skilled with small daggers but prefer the cover of shadows to the ruthlessness of combat. They gain an additional starting item, like a latern or rations, and the skill of "stealth". They are also skilled at dodging enemy attacks.

A blade in the night, someone born to kill. They are skilled in stealth and takedowns. They are best with a blade and good at dodging attacks. They gain an additional starting item and the skill "blade specialty". While usually loners, they are valuable allies.

The teller of stories though song. A bard is a loyal ally, who is also a capable leader. Their musical talents and people skills not only can help in a sticky situation, it can gain you luxuries. They start with 2 powers, and start with the skill "musical talent".

Flips, splits, and jumps are no challenge for you.

Hiding and sneaking is no trouble, especially when danger is afoot.

You can preform acts others could not, simply because you have faith in your deity.

You understand how the system works, which helps you when dealing with shady characters.

No matter who they are, people can't help but want to be your friend.

You understand Arcana and things relating to it.

The history of the world is your forte.

You understand the worships of all deities, even the darker ones.

You undestand the natural world and all its common creatures.

Sometimes it's illegal... but does it really matter?

You prefer the term 'forceful knocking'. You can lift, push, or break almost any obstacle in your path.

Nothing gets by your ears as you listen for danger.

You can get what you want, it just takes a little bit of discussion.

You can get away with almost anything as you pull your best poker face.

You are talented at bandaging and taking care of wounds.

No one would dare stand against you.

You will have a better understanding of things than most.

No matter the terrain, no matter the situation, you will never have difficulty keeping your poise.

You can clear your mind and relax. This can help you find solutions to problems faster.

You can spot almost anything. You have eyes like a hawk.

Be it riddle or a combination puzzle, you are better at figuring out the solutions.

You have better odds when risking your own possessions in games.

Broken weapons or gear are no problem... to an extent.

You can get what you want for less, and sell for more.

You have a great arm, as almost anything you throw soars through the air perfectly.

You are better with weapons that have blades.

You are better with shields and blocking oncoming attacks.

Your aim is true with any type of bow, be it string or cross.

You crush foes with your blunt instruments.

You can find out what you want, one way or another.

You know how to cause people pain, whether for information or simple pleasure.

You can use almost any instrument perfectly, be it a lute or your voice.

A party's got to eat, right? Well you're the one for the job.

It pays to have at least one person who knows where they’re going.

A mighty spell which causes all undead beings to flee for a short period of time.

Heals minor wounds on your allies or large wounds on yourself

Summons a holy, blessed weapon into your hand that will last the duration of the battle.

Summons a holy, blessed shield into your hand that will last the duration of the battle.

Summons holy, blessed armor onto your body that will last the duration of the battle.

Your god lashes out, inflicting minor wounds to multiple enemies

Shrouds yourself and your allies in darkness, allowing you to hide away.

Brightly illuminates the area around you for a split second, allowing you to gain a quick glance at what is around.

You give off a faint glow that last for a while. This will help you navigate dark corridors, or keep light-fearing monsters away.

You shoot a small fireball from your hand, which slightly burns your enemies.

You summon a spear made of lightning that is easily thrown towards your opposition.

A small magic ball is thrown from your hand, doing basic magic damage.

You summon a sword made completely of ice that, as it slices, also burns with the cold of winter.

A burst of water erupts from your hands, scattering allies and enemies alike. This can be used to spread out a battle.

Your hands guide the air as it ferociously whips at opponents

You summon a spectral creature to do your bidding. This creatures strength, however, depends on your concentration and time spent casting the spell.

Your hands ignite with flames, allowing you to punch and grab to harm your enemies with fire.

Will temporarily blind your opponents.

Will allow you to safely fall distances, that would normally injury you. It cannot, however, protect you from normally fatal falls.

This harsh melody not only invigorates yours allies, it also literally harms your enemies.

Allows you to effectively compete in an instrumental duel.

This soothing song allies you to heal minor wounds of the whole party.

You are easily trusted and almost anything you say will be trusted as fact.

This allows you to keep going as if you have had a good nights sleep. However, after a few hours passes you will be twice as tired as you were before.

You can calm almost any reasonable, hostile creature. However, it must be able to understand you.

You can demand an audience, no matter what. However, there must be people nearby for this to work.

You can get people to provide you shelter for one night.

You can get people to supply you with one type of gear, like food or weapons.

Name: Phillip Bonicar
Race: Human
Class: Cleric
Appearance:

He wears thin, brown monk robes. He is wearing his holy symbol hangs around his neck, showing his god of choice.
Age (Depends on Race) : 35
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 159 lbs.
Skills (Pick 4): Faith, Knowledge of History, Knowledge of Religion, Insight
Powers: Turn Undead, Cascade of Light
Deity: Amtris

Armor: Cloth
Weapon (Only one if using shield or two-handed) : None
Shield (Optional, none if using two-handed weapon): None
Additional Gear : Holy Symbol, Small Chest, Lantern and Oil

Social Class: Noble
Job: Priest
Family: He has siblings living in other areas of the mainland, who all have children. He hasn't seen any of them for many years, but he writes to them constantly.

Personality: He is a kind man, always curious about things. He is always looking for new books or scrolls that might contain new knowledge. This search for knowledge can sometimes get him into trouble, but he can usually think of a way to fix any problems he causes. He is slow to trust, but loyal to those he does.
Distinguishing Features (Optional) : He has a visible scar running down the back of his neck.
Pets (Ranger only) : None
Languages: Human, Elvish
Miscellaneous : He has never fought a day in his life.

Name: Sparrow
Race: Satyr
Class: Ranger
Appearance:

He wears only a cloth around his waist, like all other Satyrs. His muscles are built, and his shoulders are wide from his constantly use of his bow.
Age : 19
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 157 lbs.
Skills: Knowledge of Nature, Likeability, Great Hearing, Stability
Powers: None
Deity: Itia

Armor: Cloth
Weapon: Long Bow
Shield: None
Additional Gear : Arrows, Waterskin, Pipes (Small Instrument)

History: Sparrow has spent most of his life inside the woods of the mainland. A few passing travelers were all he saw of the lands outside the trees. The young Satyrs were expected to stay in the woods, helping the tribe grow and thrive like their parents had, and like their parent's parents had. But Sparrow knew he wanted something more. He wanted to see the expanding deserts of the south, the towering mountains of the west, and the ever-expanding cities of the east. So one night, he grabbed a few things and left his village. He has been on the road for a while, but has not yet reached any of his intended destinations.
Social Class: He is considered a peasant by normal society.
Job: No official job, but he did basic jobs for his community.
Family: None that he mentions, but Satyr families are usually not close. He does mention a few brothers, but that is about it.

Personality: Sparrow is quick to trust others, but slow to forgive. He is kind to almost all those he meets, except those who are causing harm to others. He has a deep connection to the forest but does not mind cities, big or small. He is particularly skilled with talking to children, almost always making friends along the way.
Distinguishing Features (Optional) : Mainly his horns and legs, but they are nothing special when compared to other Satyrs.
Pets (Druid or Ranger only) : None
Languages: Human, Goblin
Miscellaneous : He has a fascination with large cities, while hating caves.

Name: Elimae "Eli" Rosetrapor
Race: Human
Class: Bard
Appearance:

She has very soft features which capture her more gentle side. She keeps her hair in a peacock fashion, underneath the hood of her cloak. She is of a small frame and is shorter than most.

Age: 27
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 122 lbs
Skills: Musical Talent, Acrobatics, Diplomacy, Trade, Bluff
Powers: Calming Phrase, Instrumental Duelist
Deity: Kidmos, God of Beginnings
Languages: Human, Tiefling

Armor: Leather, which is concealed under her cloak. It is engraved with unique designs. These designs serve no purpose except for looks
Weapon: Violin, Light Mace
Shield: None
Additional Gear: Candles, Torches, Small Chest

History: Eli grew up in the capital of the Mainland, which resides on the northeast coast. She was well educated, and taught proper civilized manners. Her parents were both killed when they were poisoned. Soon after that, Eli left her home and began to travel the country playing her music for all who she encounters. Her sudden departure sparked the rumor that it was her that poisoned her parents.
Social Class: Aristocrat
Job: Used-to-be-student
Family: All deceased, excluding an Aunt that lives in the southern deserts.

Personality: She likes to bring joy to those she meets, and will gladly play a song for them. She prefers to make friends rather than enemies, and will try to keep things calm. However, her kind personality will not stop her from destroying you if you mess with her. Her small frame allows her to move quickly, and get in more blows.
Distinguishing Features: Her pale skin is noticeable from regular peasants, but other than that she looks like a normal human.
Pets: None
Miscellaneous: Some say that after the death of her parents, she inherited a large sum of money. She will not confirm nor deny these rumors.

Name: Markus Nothrien
Race: Human
Class: Assassin
Appearance:

Age: 30
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 180
Skills: Climbing, interrogating, reactions, torture.
Powers: N/A
Deity: Odea, Goddess of Torture

Armor: Cloak
Weapon: Dagger and light crossbow
Shield: None
Additional Gear: Chain, rations, and crossbow bolts.

History: TBR (Unless I need to have one then I'll write one later)
Social Class: Noble
Job: Assassin, interrogator, torturer, whatever is required of him.
Family: If there are any, he never speaks of them.

Personality: Markus is a very distrusting man and is very hard to gain as a friend. Little want to anyway as he rarely talks and instead gives a dark murderous look. Others turn away when they actually get him to start talking and realize he has a very twisted sense of humor.
Distinguishing Features: None
Pets: None
Miscellaneous:

Name: Narral Bat
Race: Halfling
Class: Bard
Appearance:

Age: 25
Height: 3’11”
Weight: 79 lbs
Skills:
Streetwise, there's a code y'see between those stuck on the streets and its a damn good code. You'll never figure it out.
Map reading, it always pays to have someone who knows where they're going.
Cooking, if you value your taste buds do not eat the food she makes. It will keep you alive but would death be better?
Knowledge of history, and who said reading books was bad for you?
Song (let’s go with two shall we?):
Aggressive Melody, nothing like a good song to make you want to punch through a person’s face.
Song of Healing, a calming song that can make those nearby feel a bit better after a long day of punching others through the face.
Deity: Eris, Goddess of Tranquillity

Armor: Leather, because only a silly person would wear anything else when wandering around.
Weapon: Spiked gauntlets on both hands because it feels damn good to feel you enemies jaw shatter.
Shield: None
Additional Gear:
A small harp, granted it was built for a human so it’s a little bit big for her but it’s still a small harp. It’s a family heirloom actually buts it’s been broken and mended so many times that only the little wooden leaf at its tip is from the original. Her mother would always say it was a gift from Eris but it’s highly doubtful, Narral still likes to think so anyway.
A backpack store any things she has.

History: Meadowmill is a little village that Narral used to call home, Windmills scattered across the rolling plains grinding up the locally grown grain into flour ready to be transported across the mainland. How boring, it was only in the few books that Narral could find that she found excitement and adventure. Tales of grandeur and quests given by the gods, and a little Island locked away in darkness.
The little island appeared in many books but rarely ever named in more recent ones, the name Tocor was jinxed apparently, and soon it began to pick and toy at Narral’s curiosity till one day with that little harp she played so well in hand she told her family of her plan to go to the island. They didn’t agree of course and one thing led to another and Narral said some things she really shouldn’t have before quickly running off. About a year later, and wiser, Narral’s still on the road playing for her next meal and bed but isn’t as keen to get to the Island as she had been. She still wants to of course but after running off the idea isn’t quite as desirable as it had been before.
Social Class: What a filthy peasant
Job: Traveling bard for obvious reasons.
Family: A mother, father as well as an older sister and younger brother. All of them are boring old sods though living happily away in their boring old village. Maybe one day she’ll visit them and say sorry, not likely though.

Personality: In all honesty she’s a bit of a dick when you first meet her, her rather rude and brash personality being one of her many number of flaws. Lack of direction her life being another one coupled with that horrible eavesdropping habit a group of adventurers might suddenly find themselves with an uninvited guest. But despite her rather rough exterior Narral is actually quite nice and enjoys the little things like yummy food and playing her harp.
Distinguishing Features: That white streak in her hair.
Miscellaneous: Animals hate her and she thinks that they’re all evil. Apart from ravens because they’re cool.

Name: Seathan (in his tongue, derived from an old word meaning "graced by the gods")
Race: Human
Class: Berserker
Age: 30
Height: 6 feet 7 inches
Weight: 285 pounds
Skills: Brute Force, Intimidate, Stability/Balance, Blunt Specialty (do tell me if this is free for Berserkers, considering you point out that it's their specialty more often than not)
Deity: Iagi, for Seathan usually seeks to bring misfortune to others
Languages: Human, Wilden

Appearance: Seathan is an imposing presence even when unarmed and unarmored, a tall, heavyset, thickly muscular dark-skinned man whose body shows remarkably few marks of blades or other injuries despite his hazardous occupation and well-known love of conflict. Seathan regularly shaves his head clean save for his eyebrows and a short braid growing out the back, there to ensure that should his head ever be severed whoever picks it up won't put their fingers in his orifices.

Personality: Irreverent and oddly upbeat with a strange sense of humor to him, Seathan craves action and loves to experience new places and meet new people. However, he is also quick to anger and resorts to extreme violence with worrisome ease, deriving an unsettling amount of joy from it and his proficiency in it.

History:
Seathan is a wanderer from the strange and savage lands of the south, a walking catastrophe whose life revolves around adventures and violence, sometimes out of whim, sometimes because he was paid to do it. Originally an esteemed warrior within his homeland, the third son of a powerful chieftain, he was exiled years ago for killing a chieftain whose negligence and cowardice had brought about the death of one of his brothers. Though he took the man's life in a duel and many praised him for it, his father decided that it was best for him to depart in order to avoid potential conflict from his actions. Seathan agreed and has wandered the world ever since, carrying with him the strange arms and armor of his homeland.

Armor:
-Platemail: An odd set of armor from the lands of the south from whence Seathan came, it is obviously not made out of metal and looks as though it was sculpted out of massive pieces of strangely preserved ash-hued bone. The suit has an animalistic feel to it, the plates are carved to emulate great scales and both the gauntlets and greaves have markings obviously meant to represent talons, while the open face helmet is either a repurposed skull or built to look like one. The suit provides defense equal to metal armors, a testament to its construction, however strange it may be.

Weapon:
-Greatclub: Also from Seathan's land of origin, this sizeable truncheon is seemingly made out of a single knotty branch of amazingly stout black wood, as if the weapon had grown as-is from the tree, and is almost as tall as Seathan himself. It is a simple and inelegant weapon, lacking in decorations or flair, but the weight and hardness of the iron-like wood used in its construction are not to be underestimated as it can be used to sunder armor as well as any metal bludgeon.

Additional Gear: Waterskin, Flask (contains highly alcoholic drink), Rations

Social Class: Peasant in the new world, a form of aristocrat in his homeland.
Job: Breaking things. Sometimes done for fun.
Family: Left back in his homeland.

Name: Narral Bat
Race: Halfling
Class: Bard
Appearance:

Age: 25
Height: 3’11”
Weight: 79 lbs
Skills:
Streetwise, there's a code y'see between those stuck on the streets and its a damn good code. You'll never figure it out.
Map reading, it always pays to have someone who knows where they're going.
Cooking, if you value your taste buds do not eat the food she makes. It will keep you alive but would death be better?
Knowledge of history, and who said reading books was bad for you?
Song (let’s go with two shall we?):
Aggressive Melody, nothing like a good song to make you want to punch through a person’s face.
Song of Healing, a calming song that can make those nearby feel a bit better after a long day of punching others through the face.
Deity: Eris, Goddess of Tranquillity

Armor: Leather, because only a silly person would wear anything else when wandering around.
Weapon: Spiked gauntlets on both hands because it feels damn good to feel you enemies jaw shatter.
Shield: None
Additional Gear:
A small harp, granted it was built for a human so it’s a little bit big for her but it’s still a small harp. It’s a family heirloom actually buts it’s been broken and mended so many times that only the little wooden leaf at its tip is from the original. Her mother would always say it was a gift from Eris but it’s highly doubtful, Narral still likes to think so anyway.
A backpack store any things she has.

History: Meadowmill is a little village that Narral used to call home, Windmills scattered across the rolling plains grinding up the locally grown grain into flour ready to be transported across the mainland. How boring, it was only in the few books that Narral could find that she found excitement and adventure. Tales of grandeur and quests given by the gods, and a little Island locked away in darkness.
The little island appeared in many books but rarely ever named in more recent ones, the name Tocor was jinxed apparently, and soon it began to pick and toy at Narral’s curiosity till one day with that little harp she played so well in hand she told her family of her plan to go to the island. They didn’t agree of course and one thing led to another and Narral said some things she really shouldn’t have before quickly running off. About a year later, and wiser, Narral’s still on the road playing for her next meal and bed but isn’t as keen to get to the Island as she had been. She still wants to of course but after running off the idea isn’t quite as desirable as it had been before.
Social Class: What a filthy peasant
Job: Traveling bard for obvious reasons.
Family: A mother, father as well as an older sister and younger brother. All of them are boring old sods though living happily away in their boring old village. Maybe one day she’ll visit them and say sorry, not likely though.

Personality: In all honesty she’s a bit of a dick when you first meet her, her rather rude and brash personality being one of her many number of flaws. Lack of direction her life being another one coupled with that horrible eavesdropping habit a group of adventurers might suddenly find themselves with an uninvited guest. But despite her rather rough exterior Narral is actually quite nice and enjoys the little things like yummy food and playing her harp.
Distinguishing Features: That white streak in her hair.
Miscellaneous: Animals hate her and she thinks that they’re all evil. Apart from ravens because they’re cool.