Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He carries a battered scythe and tarnished scimitar as well. His white hair is knotted and matted. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Sage born in the past three hundred years. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Beloril grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Beloril. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His white hair is thinning but still full. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

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 however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

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. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 600 gp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (700 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp).

Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He carries a battered greatsword and tarnished bastard sword as well. He keeps his black hair in a flapper bob. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Cartwright arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He became a Cartwright soon after.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 4000 gp. Banded agate (6 gp). Zircon (60 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Hematite (6 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 5'0" and has a large tan mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his white robe. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has done his best to style his gray fur to look like a famous performer. His yellow eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

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. The family's rival house kidnapped his sister with the intent that his sister marry their son to gain control of contested properties. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Junk Dealer and was forced into it by his family; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Light wooden shield. 1 Half-Plate.