Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he very much looks the part of a Sellsword. His red fur is heavily combed to the left. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. 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: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Sellsword arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 1500 sp. A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (70 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (900 gp).

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft blue waves gently in the breeze. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of white, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is white, braided, and well cared for. His ears are large.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Gilthur will drive conversation. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Apothecary arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Gilthur 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. Gilthur decided he wanted neither the life of his father 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. 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: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1100 sp. Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (400 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (300 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: He sports blue clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He is physically well-built. His hair is white and curly. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. 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: He got into the Dilettante business at a young age. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: He wears a white coat over a pastel low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon his head. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly ceremonial daggers and bastard swords. He wears his red hair up in a very large beehive style do. He has several tiny amber earrings on each ear.

Personality: Malmûg is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born into a rich family. In his 16th year, his parents were killed by a orcs raid, leaving Malmûg alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Revenge.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 20 pp. Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp).

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 3'2" when asserting himself. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Alvyn was raised in a hard working conservative environment. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Alvyn fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Terse, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 200 sp.