Description: He is wearing a long, violet, dusty cloak. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His black hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. 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: He's in love; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Impulsive, Hedonist. Bonds: Military, Has a crush. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 700 sp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He has moderate length chestnut hair. His half smiles and hazel eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Beggar born in the past three hundred years. He uses divination through singing.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Beggar. 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: Further expansion of business; and to pay off his debts

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich, Debt. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 700 sp.

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his longbow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His white hair is braided into rings. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Theriatis was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Theriatis was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Joker, Optimist, Impeccable. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Debt. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 30 gp. Freshwater pearl (9 gp).

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty green coat over it, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'2" when asserting himself. His scarlet crest is singed and shortened. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Maagog was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Rogue, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Rogue in service of a powerful lord somewhere. His parents enrolled him in a Rogue school at a young age so that he could practice his divine talents. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 200 sp.