Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His white hair and beard is wavy and long. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted, Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 350 gp. Red-brown spinel (70 gp).

Description: This man stands a little under 3'6" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His tied-back hair is chestnut. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Wrenn wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Commoner, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He was born in the south. After coming to the age of reason, Wrenn took it upon himself to study the psionic 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: He is content; and to reunite with his absent mother

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 1700 gp. Jet (110 gp). Golden pearl (110 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He usually wears his grey robe and has his falchion always slung over his shoulder. He carries with him a set of falchions, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His copper crest is singed and shortened. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. 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: Born to a Cartwright, his father struggled to pay the bills. Through the years after Donaar was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Donaar's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 170 gp. 7 Acid flasks.

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 well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His red crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His red unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: This man loves dancing and to teach people dancing more than just about anything. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Fax reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Server and was forced into it by his family; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Family, Military. Occupation: Server

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.