Description: With pastel face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized green coat. His purple hair is braided into rings. His black eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Pelaios was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. 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: Doesn't want to be a Ruler and was forced into it by his family; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Family, Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 20000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'8" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His eyes are likewise brown.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: PTSD, Insane. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a longbow on his belt. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has blue eyes and a tan hat with a black feather.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. Berrian 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. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Berrian fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 200 gp. Aquamarine (900 gp). Jasper (80 gp). 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Superior lock. 1 Silk rope.

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 tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has no hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 19000 cp. Brown-green garnet (140 gp). Moss agate (16 gp). Citrine (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This southern man wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His clothes are grease stained in places. His chestnut hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Professionalism. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 110 gp.