Description: This man dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His hair is short and blonde. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Burgell took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up club and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to reunite with his absent mother

Ideals: Philantrophist, Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 20 pp.

Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His chestnut hair is heavily combed to the left. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His psionic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. 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 being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and money/treasure

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 300 sp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a fancy brown suit. Sporting a white mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Thradal is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. 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. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Addict, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with red lining and desert motifs. He has shaved his head bald. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Apothecary arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. 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 currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and money/treasure

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Rich, Slave. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 150 gp.