Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His head has been shaved. His eyes are brown and beady.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: The child of a Slave Trader, who enjoyed hunting, Peren was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Peren took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is wearing a long, white, dusty cloak. He wears a feathered hat to hide his balding. His red eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

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. Kiirith liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and to protect his home

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Criminal record, Nature, Guardian. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 1000 gp. Hematite (8 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His parents enrolled him in a Warrior school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Gifted, Logical, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He sports a flattop hair cut. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Drogo was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Rich. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 30 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp).