Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears green leather gloves, a green jacket, and tight pants. He has dyed his greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his mother. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Ar-Gul has worked very hard to control his curse. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 300 gp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (900 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (900 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (900 gp).

Description: He dresses well, wearing green shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He carries with him a set of ceremonial daggers on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. His chestnut hair has been sun bleached extensively. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Servant born in the past three hundred years. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born in a small desert village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Adrik took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up ceremonial dagger and armor he uses now. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Servant.

Motivation: Expand his business; and a deep hatred of brigands

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 5'2" and muscular, this northern man wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His red hair is braided into rings. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Shane isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Born in the north to a Locksmith, Shane learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Locksmith. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 10 pp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Erevan was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When Erevan reached his early adolescence his Half-Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has achieved small success as a Doctor.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Impulsive, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.