Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His blonde hair is cut short. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. Through the years after Theriatis was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Theriatis's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

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

Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 1600 sp.

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He is wearing a long, green, dusty cloak. He keeps his long brown hair kept up in a rat tail. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was born into a rich family. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. 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 pay off his debts; and money/treasure

Ideals: Professionalism, Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Debt. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 100 gp. Sard (40 gp).

Description: This man does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His tied-back hair is silver. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Born to a Fisher, his father struggled to pay the bills. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: To unite with his sister; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Poor, Job, Family. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Rhodochrosite (12 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a fancy violet suit. He keeps his black hair in a pixie cut. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Pacifist, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Religious, Rich. Occupation: Banker

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 50 gp. 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a tan armored body suit, with a simple white line shooting up and back down. He is an epitome of beauty. He wears his chestnut hair down. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: Thervan 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. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Thervan grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Thervan was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Thervan decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Extrovert. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 40 gp.