Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He keeps his silver hair in a pixie cut. His eyes are gray and catlike.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Gifted from a young age, Erevan studied abroad. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He tends to his Healer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to reunite with his absent mother

Ideals: Gifted, Joker. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 800 sp. Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (90 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing green cape and mantle trimmed with soft tan waves gently in the breeze. His purple hair, when down, is lengthy. His gold eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born into a rich family. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Pacifist, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 270 gp.

Description: With black face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

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. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He was granted druidic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears skinny pants and wears a white and brown robe with the hood down. He has a long auburn beard with little hanging trinkets. This blue eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 60. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He uses divination through singing.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. His arcane abilities were realized during a raid on his village. 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: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 150 gp. 8 Acid flasks.