Description: This man wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with tan lining and desert motifs. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy golden hair. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. 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 on a small isolated farm. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Ruler. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he's in love

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Has a crush, Religious. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is dressed in a clean yellow cloak covering his clean studded leather. He wears a colorful flower in his brown hair. This black eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. A friendly and beautiful Tiefling, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Mormo was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature dagger.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Persistence, Fighting. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 100 gp. Solid gold idol (300 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). Solid gold idol (300 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp).

Description: This malnourished man wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His hair, while still mostly auburn, has prominent grey streaks. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Performer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 14000 cp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears professional attire. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. The war was a terrible time for him, and Wymar does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Wymar was born with his father's beautiful face. A freak accident while working with his Banker father left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Disease, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 6000 cp.