Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body, and he perpetually has his flail ready. His silver hair and beard is wavy and long. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

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. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Rimple took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Joker, Persistence. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 12000 sp.

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his gold eyes.

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. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Mason hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Mason responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This malnourished man wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a greataxe on his belt. He keeps his scarlet crest in a pixie cut. His gold eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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 spends his time doing works of charity.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Addict, Emotional. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. A small bag of saffron. (90 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This southern man wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His clothes are grease stained in places. His dark red hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are gold and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Modean was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. 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 Interpreter. He struck the Interpreter job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Mentor, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: A small bag of saffron. (40 gp).