Description: He wears a blue costume with the symbols of magic on his torso. He is physically well-built. He has a very tight haircut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. The war was a terrible time for him, and Ribbles does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Beggar hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Poor. Occupation: Beggar

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

Possessions: 90 gp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (40 gp).

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'9" when asserting himself. With bright auburn hair and a scraggly beard. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and he is greedy

Ideals: Philantrophist, Athletic. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 4000 cp. Red garnet (90 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. She is dressed in a clean black cloak covering her clean studded leather. Her gold crest is matted, messy, and big. Her red unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks her mind. She is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. A freak accident while working with her Sailor father left her crippled. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Shy. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a simple violet robe with grey stripes complete with hood. He has wavy golden hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Gifted from a young age, Arannis studied abroad. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Arannis grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Arannis. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Logical, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: Just what you see.