Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his sword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has wavy black hair. His violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered dancing. 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 feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Persistence, Artistic. Flaws: Fearful, Antagonistic, Depressed. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: An older man who very much looks the part of a Stylist, he is not a threatening figure. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He is fiercely devoted to his mother, and views his mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-brother.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He struck the Stylist job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers.

Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Job, Family, Mentor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He has a large tan mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his white robe, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'1" when asserting himself. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: Thervan wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Thervan was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: Many brigands want him driven away; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Disciplined, Joker. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears skinny pants and wears a yellow and violet robe with the hood down. His red hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Mentor, Job, Guardian. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 400 gp.