Description: This man wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized blue coat, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His black hair is greasy and uncared for. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

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 cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Mortician hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. After a long history of fighting, Eiravel and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Ugly, Emotional, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 120 gp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (30 gp).

Description: He wears a yellow collared shirt and green pants. He accessorizes with a red scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His hair is black, silky, and of moderate length. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is an amazing painter.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and doesn't want to be a sailor and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He has styled his auburn hair well, parting it to the left. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are brown.

Personality: He is mildly Halfling supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Ostracized due to the divine powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Halflings became a terror of the countryside. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and half-orc compassion

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 1 Magnifying glass.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His long blonde hair reaches down to his waist. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. 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, Cockaby is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Justice, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He is wearing a long, tan, dusty cloak. He is an epitome of beauty. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His first spouse was a Apothecary, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Fivin was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: To unite with his sister; and to reunite with his absent mother

Bonds: Attractive, Family, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Ruler

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

Possessions: 800 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.