Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his shield with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has no hair. His gold eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Dyer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He moved out north to avoid the crime he committed. 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 greedy; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 3 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Her chestnut hair is smooth and relatively long. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation she is generally quite perceptive. She notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. A true patriot, Baelitae would do anything for her country. She is fiercely protective of her fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. While she appears to be a normal Elf, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Insomniac. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 400 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (130 gp).

Description: She wears blue leather gloves, a blue jacket, and tight pants. Her skin is fair and her fingers are delicate and long. Her red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. This green eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: She considers herself the perfect lady. She makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. She is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. Her homeland was ravaged by war and she spent much of her life rebuilding it. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature falchion.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: Freshwater pearl (11 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He has styled his silver hair well, parting it to the left. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Sammal was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Sammal decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Breastplate.