Description: He is wearing a long, green cloak, and he perpetually has his bastard sword ready. His black hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gold.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Fenriz isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tiefling unity. Fenriz is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and he's in love

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Family, In love, Has a crush. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 1100 pp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (6000 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (100 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (100 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His golden hair is knotted and matted. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Through the years after Bucklal was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Bucklal's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. 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's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Hedonist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Rich. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 600 gp. White opal (800 gp). Bloodstone (40 gp).

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 6'4" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright black and blue, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. She wears a deerstalker hat to cover her moderate length silver crest. Her gold eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with her big mouthed big gutted partner. Her partner is her best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. She is ready at a moment's notice to give into her darker urges. She is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. She often ends up burning people alive in the fires she starts.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Hethress grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Hethress. She used her abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: She has passion for adventuring and risk; and she has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: With grey face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep yellow leather and dull white iron scale mail. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. Trym was born on a far eastern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Junk Dealer. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Slave Trader they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Junk Dealer, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Passionate, Logical. Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Job. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 6000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.