Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane, and he perpetually has his whip ready. His red hair is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are white and catlike.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 82. 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 is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Tieflings in Vassago's homeland. Vassago decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Lazy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 1 Average lock.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His brown fur is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Miller they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Tailor, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Tailor and was forced into it by his family; and to end his boredom

Flaws: Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Family. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This tall, slender woman wears a worn and beaten armor. Her hair, while still mostly auburn, has prominent grey streaks. Her eyes are amber and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: She is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. Animals are drawn to her, and she is able to talk to them.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. She was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. Her spouse died of illness and she inherited everything. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: To unite with her sister; and an old rival family wants her found

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: This petite short woman is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. She is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright grey and white, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems, marred by sweets. With wild red hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: Stoic and calm, she prefers to meditate than take action. She will do just about anything if she becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this she is easily convinced.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. She inherited a moderately successful company from her mother. Under her leadership it has flourished, and using capital from her venture she effectively owns an entire region. She has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Ruler. She hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: She's in love.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Has a crush, Religious. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 6000 cp. Blue quartz (5 gp).