Description: He is well dressed, constantly wearing a brown suit, grey shirt, and red tie. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He has styled his white hair well, parting it to the left. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Oloric lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and he wants to get laid

Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist, Addict. Bonds: Has a crush, Family. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 90000 cp. Red-brown spinel (70 gp). Hematite (4 gp). Aquamarine (700 gp). Carnelian (80 gp). Amber (70 gp). Deep blue spinel (700 gp). Chrysoprase (80 gp). Jade (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing a tight tan one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He carries a battered greataxe and tarnished mace as well. His copper crest, when down, is lengthy. His fierce gold eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He hates Dragonborns with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Detective business.

History: He was born in a small desert village. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Dragonborns in Zedaar's homeland. Zedaar decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He bought a mace and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dragonborn people; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 1100 sp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His hair is black and curly. He has gray eyes.

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 able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Beloril was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. After coming to the age of reason, Beloril took it upon himself to study the divine arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: He wears an entirely white suit with red socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He has a red handlebar mustache and slicked back red hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Sage arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, In love. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: Just what you see.