Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a white coat, marred by chocolates. His hair is cut close to his head. He has amber eyes and a white hat with a grey feather.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: Bhevek was born the youngest of three triplets. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Mortician they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Mercenary, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears just a blue suit, and carries monstrous two handed axes. He has a long brown beard with little hanging trinkets. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Through the years after Tharivol was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Tharivol's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 360 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears long strands of jet and short tan dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is brown, silky, and of moderate length. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. 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: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Rich, Slave, Attractive. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: He wears blue trousers with white and grey striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He carries with him a set of flails, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His blonde hair is smooth and relatively long. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He was born in the north. Through the years after Roondar was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Roondar's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. After a long history of fighting, Roondar and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Guardian, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a falchion, but if one is not available she will default to her spear. She has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. Her hair is purple and curly. Her eyes are likewise silver. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: She tends to agree with only herself unless someone else's opinion sounds like she can profit from it. She tries to control her temper but she can't always stop herself from what she feels what must be done. She also has developed a complete distrust of the Laborer profession.

History: Born in the east her family was never financially stable. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Sellsword. She's also a talented Laborer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Expand her business; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 30 gp.