Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Fulbar was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Cleric, 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 Cleric in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He has worked as a Mortician like his father before him.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and obtaining odd cultural half-elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He dresses well, wearing brown shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His hair is chestnut and curly. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Vondal took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: To clean up the streets.

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 10000 cp. Zircon (60 gp). Peridot (60 gp). Obsidian (10 gp). 3 Thunderstones.

Description: This eastern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a white collared shirt and yellow pants. He accessorizes with a violet scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He wears his red hair up. His eyes are gray.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Half-Orc in existence. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. 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 has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day.

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: Rose (70 gp). Rose (70 gp). 1 Chain shirt.

Description: This petite short woman is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. She wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered green stockings, marred by chocolates. Her silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from her. She is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Dwarf in existence. She does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. She was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. Her spouse died of illness and she inherited everything. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion

Ideals: Justice, Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: She stands about 5'2" and wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally she sports a yellow coat. Her left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. Her golden hair is greasy and uncared for. Her gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. Animals are drawn to her, and she is able to talk to them.

History: Gifted from a young age, Mialee studied abroad. Brilliant and gifted she never wanted to apply herself. She was granted martial powers by her dying brother.

Motivation: She's looking for her big break; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Shy. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 320 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.