Description: This man stands a little under 3'1" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears skinny pants and wears a red and grey robe with the hood down. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy golden hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Thorpe was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered poetry. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is content

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Mundane, Shy. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 10 pp. Fiery yellow corundum (1300 gp). Carnelian (80 gp). Moss agate (6 gp). Amethyst (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She is a mite stocky and is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright black and green, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. Her red hair is smooth and relatively long. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. Energy wise she seems alert and responsive.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Vola took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scimitar and armor she uses now. She was granted arcane powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and she has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Gifted, Professionalism. Flaws: Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1600 sp.

Description: This late middle aged woman wears an entirely violet suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes and is in decent physical shape. She has wavy white hair. Her amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She speaks before she thinks and is too direct. The war was a terrible time for her, and Hugolina does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Hugolina liked to wander the woods near her home when she was young, something she still likes to do at least once a week. She never liked modest clothing or shoes, so she would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and she developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: She feels kind of lost in life.

Flaws: Impulsive, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Average lock. 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Masterwork manacles.

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 dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His hair is silver and very short. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. Felgrat was born on a far eastern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Mortician. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Disease, Shy, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 70 gp. 1 Tanglefoot bags.