Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He sports a long white beard, and similarly colored long hair. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Koeth is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He found a children's book about a Elf Cleric who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. 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: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Justice, Optimist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 20 pp.

Description: This slender woman stands about 3'0". She wears red leather gloves, a red jacket, and tight pants. Her moppish black hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic woman, Olivia's first love is herself. Her second love is also herself. She disdains her fellow southerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Her mother raised her in a mountain cabin. Over the years she perfected her riding and shooting skills. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: She doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes.

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: Solid gold idol (300 gp).

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears baggy black pantaloons and a tan scarf. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. His eyes are likewise black. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Dyer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he is greedy

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is a mite stocky and wears many layers of old clothing at all times. Her black hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her eyes are hazel.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Vicky isn't afraid of most anything. She has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. She passes on several rewards to people in need. She makes a point to leave places better than she found them.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Her mother was a mechanic, and taught her how to fix just about anything. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for her; and she doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He dresses in pastel turtlenecks beneath a black coat with white slacks. He has moderate length gray fur. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 39. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. 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: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tabaxis in the west were limited. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and doesn't want to be a marshal and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Military. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 250 gp.