Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'9" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His hair is cut close to his head. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Wymar is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was born in a small plains village. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Servant responsibilities is difficult; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Job, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: Brown-green garnet (110 gp). 1 Chain shirt.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes, and carries swords. His silver hair is cut short. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Oblar lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears long strands of amethyst and short pastel dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He wears his gold crest up. His red eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Impeccable, Optimist. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Slave. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Violet garnet (1100 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1100 gp). Aquamarine (1100 gp). Jade (50 gp). Jasper (80 gp). Chrysoprase (80 gp). Hematite (14 gp). Tourmaline (50 gp).

Description: 5'5" and muscular, this northern man wears dark leathers with embroidery. His auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Ostracized due to the martial powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He came across an abandoned tomb where he found a relic that called out to him. After picking it up he was cursed by vampirism.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted, Optimist. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 120 gp. Sardonyx (80 gp).