Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He has a large brown mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his pastel robe. His white fur is lengthy. His yellow eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

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. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This younger middle-aged man is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured, and a wedding ring on his right hand. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. 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, Kilvar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born into a rich family. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love.

Ideals: Gifted, Justice. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: In love, Rich. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 230 gp. 1 Disguise kit.

Description: Standing 6'3", this woman wears a black shirt, with a brown mid length skirt with brown tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. Her crest is copper and curly. Her red eyes peer out from beneath her top black hat.

Personality: Tatyan is a sociable creature first and foremost. She loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. She can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: She got into the Bowyer business at a young age. She was an apprentice working in her father's forge. Some 9 years later her spouse died after the birth of her daughter. Heartbroken, Tatyan never married again. Instead she focused her life to raising her daughter whom she trained as her father had trained her before.

Motivation: Many goblins want her driven away; and several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Extrovert. Bonds: Religious, Job, In love, Enemies. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 160 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. She has shaved her head bald. She wears a mask on her face.

Personality: She has two modes she varies between. On the job she is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job she is a party animal. She disdains her fellow southerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Like her mother and her brother before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Mason. She's also a talented Stylist, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1700 sp. 1 Chain shirt.