Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a violet armored body suit, with a simple grey line shooting up and back down. His chestnut hair is still thick. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Spice Merchant hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

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

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: Deep green spinel (140 gp).

Description: She stands about 6'5" and prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. She carries her fan with her everywhere and carries herself as the perfect lady. Her right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. Her silver hair, when down, is lengthy. Her red eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She is fiercely devoted to her mother, and views her mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating her from her legal half-sister.

History: Heir to a fortune, her parents put a great deal of effort into curing her disease. Her mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted her to inherit them. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: Her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and to reunite with her absent mother

Flaws: Cynical, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: He wears a yellow tunic with brown highlights, and long grey pants that bunch up around his shoes, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'10" when asserting himself. He has shaved his head bald. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his broad yellow hat.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 7 years.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Guardian. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 200 sp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (40 gp). 1 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his whip with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He carries a battered falchion and tarnished whip as well. His bronze crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His gold eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. 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: Zedaar was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He bought a whip and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Logical. Bonds: Nature, Poor. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: Just what you see.