Description: He wears a grey cloak and cross-gartered brown stockings. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his crossbow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: Morkral was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Druid, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Druid in service of a powerful lord somewhere. In his 12th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. After a long history of fighting, Morkral and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 360 gp. Rock crystal (40 gp). Red spinel (150 gp).

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears suspenders and red workpants. His shirt is blue, and he wears a heavy red leather apron most of the time. His white hair, when down, is lengthy. His eyes are green and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Damien was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Criminal record, Military, Rich, In love. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He is portly but not overly obese. His hair is short and white. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Crown-heir. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Aelar was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. A serious injury left his mother unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm mother. He struck the Crown-heir job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and balancing his hectic life and new crown-heir responsibilities is difficult

Bonds: Job, Has a crush, Poor, Debt. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Breastplate.

Description: This malnourished man wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. He has styled his black hair well, parting it to the left. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is an amazing painter.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the west. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Oloric has worked very hard to control his curse. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Just what you see.