Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light blue in addition to tight pants. His tied-back hair is silver. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

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. Rimple was born on a far northern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Roofer. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Military, Enemies. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: He has the majority of his body covered in plate. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He has dyed his greying white hair a little too much giving a sharp white color. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. The war was a terrible time for him, and Lewis does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Gifted from a young age, Lewis studied abroad. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He was granted druidic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 170 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: An older man who prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman, he is not a threatening figure. His green crest is lengthy. He has red eyes.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born into a rich family. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Dwarven companion (his 'brother'). 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 loathes his own lifestyle; and to be a gardener again

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 160 gp. 8 Acid flasks.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has silver crest. He has gleaming, smiling red eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He refers to his adoptive mother for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Family, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 200 pp.