Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is wearing a tight red one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His divine abilities were realized during a raid on his village. 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: Retire the richest man in the south.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy, Impulsive, Mundane. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'9" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He has a large grey mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his white robe. He wears his auburn hair down. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the north were limited. He became a Ploughman soon after.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Job, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a brown feathered hat and brown clothes. His moppish silver hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Aldous was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Adept, 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 Adept in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Cook hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature mace.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane, Addict. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 2000 sp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. 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 is greedy; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Joker, Gifted, Fighting. Bonds: Rich, Slave. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 4000 gp. Aquamarine (800 gp). Freshwater pearl (11 gp). Jet (100 gp). Moonstone (30 gp). Onyx (30 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp).