Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tiefling, and stands approximately 5'1". He prefers to wear green clothing when he does not wear armor, and his gloved hand is found clutching a bastard sword. His brown hair is smooth and relatively long. He has a dull look in his silver eyes.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Unemployed. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. The war was a terrible time for him, and Purson does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Purson was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and to end his boredom

Flaws: Depressed, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Job, Military, Family. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: This malnourished man tends to wear a large violet jacket. With a patchy chestnut beard and wild chestnut hair. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered singing. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

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

Ideals: Philantrophist, Entrepeneur, Artistic. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 1200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his sickle with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He is portly but not overly obese. His blonde hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Wymar's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. The war was a terrible time for him, and Wymar does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Wymar was born the youngest of three triplets. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Wymar has worked very hard to control his curse. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scythe, but if one is not available he will default to his club. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He keeps his long rusty crest kept up in a rat tail. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. 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: Retire the richest man in the south; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, In love. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 6000 sp.