Description: He wears tattered old clothes. He carries with him a set of ceremonial daggers, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 900 gp. Golden yellow topaz (400 gp).

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He has dyed his greying green crest a little too much giving a sharp green color. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines red.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Flaws: Ugly, Greedy, Secretive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His hair is cut close to his head. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. The war was a terrible time for him, and Arannis does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When Arannis reached his early adolescence his Elf 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. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has no hair. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Lûga has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions.

Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 4000 cp.