Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His blonde hair is knotted and matted. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Kilvar's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Interpreter. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Family. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 90 pp. Jade (40 gp). Smoky quartz (70 gp). Obsidian (15 gp). Deep blue spinel (1400 gp). Rock crystal (70 gp).

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 wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized blue coat. He wears a colorful flower in his white hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dwarves.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Brottor 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: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears a tan vest and prefers brown and black shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He wears a top hat to hide his balding. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Detective profession.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Architect work with an outfit from a few towns over. Architect work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Expand his business; and balancing his hectic life and new architect responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 700 sp.

Description: This malnourished man is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He keeps his long black hair kept up in a rat tail. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Berrian was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Berrian decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He was granted martial powers by his dying brother.

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; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Criminal record. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 100 gp.