Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a pastel cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. His red fur is still thick. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. 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 is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is an attractive woman, lean and moderately muscular. She is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. Her blonde hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. Her blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She has always had a great fascination with Half-Elven culture. She loves teas. She is very sensitive about her face. To blow off anger she lifts weights and to control her otherwise explosive temper she works out a lot.

History: Euphemia was born with her father's beautiful face. Euphemia abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. She has achieved small success as a Cook.

Motivation: She wants to meet her childhood hero; and balancing her hectic life and new cook responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 360 gp.

Description: He wears long strands of aquamarine and short yellow dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He carries a battered bow and tarnished sword as well. His hair is chestnut and curly. He has a dull look in his violet eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 49. 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 can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Soveliss was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Soveliss's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: This fat eastern man has a bulbous nose and likes to wear tan tank tops with red pants. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His brown eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Efferil has worked very hard to control his curse. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Spice Merchant; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Persistence, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Disease. Occupation: Server

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: Just what you see.