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 wears a brown small hat and brown clothes. He has wavy white hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Dain took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Military, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 600 gp. Gold music box (3000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1100 gp). Silver ewer (70 gp).

Description: He wears just a grey suit. He is physically well-built. His long golden hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He has several tiny emerald earrings on each ear.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the west. 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 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 wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a black cloak and cross-gartered grey stockings. His crest is rusty and curly. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gold.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Shamash is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Shamash liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Marshal; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Job, Nature, Has a crush, Rich. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 1700 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (11 gp). Moonstone (40 gp). Emerald (800 gp). Freshwater pearl (11 gp). Moonstone (40 gp). Golden pearl (90 gp).

Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. She wears a feathered hat to cover her moderate length red hair. Her white eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She is unhospitable to her core. Her small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. She cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist she will grow angry at them.

History: Born in the east her family was never financially stable. Through the years after Ronwe was born, her father became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Ronwe's father didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. She got away from her former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: Just what you see.