Description: He is well dressed, constantly wearing a green suit, blue shirt, and white tie. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He keeps his red hair in a pixie cut. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Tharivol hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Bonds: Nature, Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He has a black handlebar mustache and slicked back black hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he seems to be bored by most things

Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane, Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a white vest and prefers tan and blue shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He has a auburn handlebar mustache and slicked back auburn hair. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Gimurt isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dwarven unity. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He is a Deep Scion in disguise. Gimurt was born on a far northern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Interpreter. After a long history of fighting, Gimurt and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 10000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: 5'4" and muscular, this eastern man wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His fur is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He has amber eyes.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Servant. Being a Servant kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Chain shirt.