Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His chestnut hair is lengthy. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Ar-Beka wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Adept, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This man wears a tan armored body suit, with a simple white line shooting up and back down, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has a brown handlebar mustache and slicked back brown hair. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this eastern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Mindartis was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 170 gp. Moss agate (16 gp).

Description: This woman stands a little under 4'0" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. She carries her fan with her everywhere and carries herself as the perfect lady. Her hair is golden and curly. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Her tongue was cut out and she uses sign language. A friendly and beautiful Dwarf, she is rarely seen without a few beauties around her arms. Though a playboy in all rights, she is no lame duck.

History: When she was but 4 years old her parents immigrated from the west. Jarana abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. During her travels, Jarana and her party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Jarana discovered the rest of her party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Jarana fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing her own horrible transformation.

Motivation: She wants to meet her childhood hero; and money/treasure

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft pastel waves gently in the breeze. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small tan clips. His beard is chestnut, braided, and well cared for. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Born in the north to a Stylist, Namfoodle learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered north to less war torn lands. 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: Wants to open a new tavern; and to be a performer again

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy, PTSD. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She has a missing left arm. She likes to wear black tank tops with tan skirt. Her black hair is matted, messy, and big. Her eyes are likewise white.

Personality: She can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. She passes on several rewards to people in need. She makes a point to leave places better than she found them.

History: A powerful wizard made her what she is. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions; and she wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Gifted, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 10 pp.