Description: He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He has styled his chestnut hair well, parting it to the right. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Damien was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. 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 moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Rich, Mentor, Immigrant. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 20000 cp.

Description: He stands about 5'9" and wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty violet coat over it. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is dark red and curly. His gold unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Balam has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Fearful. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 1600 gp. Solid gold idol (200 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (150 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (900 gp).

Description: This malnourished man is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His golden hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He got into the Sellsword business at a young age. Through the years after Radomir was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Radomir's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and balancing his hectic life and new sellsword responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Mentor, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: An older man who wears rags and sports a simple walking cane, he is not a threatening figure. He wears a feathered hat to hide his balding. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his feathered yellow hat.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Riardon took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up greatsword and armor he uses now. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Mentor, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Full Plate.