Description: This man is very fat, and is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing blue cape and mantle trimmed with soft white waves gently in the breeze. He wears his white hair down. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

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. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Engraver work with an outfit from a few towns over. Engraver work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He struck the Engraver job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Expand his business; and to be a blacksmith again

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: She does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when she can avoid it. She carries with her a set of monstrous two handed axes, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her hair is black and curly. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are violet.

Personality: She is highly sensitive about her name. She loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. She always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove her into the Map Maker business.

History: Heir to a fortune, her parents put a great deal of effort into curing her disease. She struck it rich when she found rare goods in large quantities. 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: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Sensitive, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This man is very fat, and prefers to wear blue pants and tee shirts. His blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. His ears are large.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 1000 cp. Silver pearl (140 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He has shaved his head bald. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing dancing.

History: Berrian hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Berrian took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shortspear and armor he uses now. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Artistic, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 6000 cp.