Description: He wears long strands of aquamarine and short white dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He carries with him a set of lances, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is cut close to his head. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: A child with a great deal of painting talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. A freak accident while working with his Bounty Hunter father left him crippled. 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: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Shy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 5000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly greataxes and hammers. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. She wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her long purple hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. She has silver eyes.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. She is ready at a moment's notice to give into her darker urges. She is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. She often ends up burning people alive in the fires she starts.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Sorath took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shield and armor she uses now. Unlike her family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, she wanted to work in the city. She has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: She has comitted a past crime that haunts her to this day; and to find somewhere to settle down

Flaws: Shy, Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Slave, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He usually wears his blue robe and has his shortbow always slung over his shoulder. His silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing painting.

History: Ahvain was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. In his 12th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. 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 is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Artistic, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Fearful. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 5000 cp.