Description: He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He has moderate length black hair. His eyes are a pleasant gold.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact.

Ideals: Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing blue cape and mantle trimmed with soft grey waves gently in the breeze, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Morkral was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He was granted psionic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and regain custody of his son

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Family, Mentor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His blue hair is still thick. His black eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Mundane, Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: 6'4" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears a pastel shirt with thin brown vertical stripes and green pants. His silver crest is heavily combed to the left. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Zedaar was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 500 gp.