Description: With tan face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His black hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: This man loves singing and to teach people singing more than just about anything. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born in the west. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. Some 7 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Olunt never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Immigrant, In love, Adventurer. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: He is wearing a long, tan cloak. He carries a battered hand crossbow and tarnished club as well. His hair, while still mostly chestnut, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his painting with anyone who is interested.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Armorer they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Courier, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Shy, Greedy. Bonds: Family, Religious. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 1000 cp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright brown and black, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems, marred by beers. His hair is short and brown. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 10000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Gnome, and stands approximately 3'3". He wears just a blue suit, and his gloved hand is found clutching a ceremonial dagger. His red hair is unkempt and raggedy. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Rimple was raised in a hard working conservative environment. A gifted student he started as a Glassblower, but he got bored and became a Healer. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Healer.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.