Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a grey vest and prefers black and violet shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Dean wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Paladin, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He plays an instrument quite well.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Server. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Disciplined, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a blue costume with the symbols of death on his torso. His silver hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. After coming to the age of reason, Theodoric took it upon himself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Guardian, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 70 pp. Citrine (60 gp).

Description: She wears a red collared shirt and grey skirt. She accessorizes with a brown scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across her shirt, and she perpetually has her falchion ready. Her silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Her eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: She tends to agree with only herself unless someone else's opinion sounds like she can profit from it. She tries to control her temper but she can't always stop herself from what she feels what must be done. She is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of her. She is by nature obliging.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. She inherited a moderately successful company from her mother. Under her leadership it has flourished, and using capital from her venture she effectively owns an entire region. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 6 years.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

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

Description: The dark-skinned woman stands 5'3" and wears light armors faded through time and improper care. Her brown hair is braided into rings. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Williamina will drive conversation. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. She is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: Williamina was born the youngest of three triplets. Williamina abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. She now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: To reunite with her absent father; and she is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Extrovert. Bonds: Criminal record, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: Just what you see.