Description: He sports tan clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He carries with him a set of scythes, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His crest is scarlet and curly. His gold unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Maagog has worked very hard to control his curse. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Depressed, Impulsive, Mundane. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He is an epitome of beauty. His tied-back hair is black. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Randal is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 600 gp. Golden yellow topaz (400 gp). Hematite (13 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp). Moss agate (13 gp). Alexandrite (400 gp). Carnelian (50 gp). Alexandrite (400 gp). Lapis lazuli (13 gp). Sardonyx (50 gp). Eye agate (13 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He sports tan clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He is portly but not overly obese. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Ivellios is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He comes from a rich western family. When Ivellios 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 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: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Persistence, Justice, Impeccable. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears an entirely brown suit with tan socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His golden hair is still thick. He has brown eyes.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Percival's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Born in the south to a Apothecary, Percival learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Apothecary. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Wants a kiss.

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 200 gp. Blue quartz (14 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp). Blue quartz (14 gp).