Description: He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He has brown hair. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). He wears his dark red hair down. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Gifted from a young age, Valafar studied abroad. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Servant. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 15 years.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 4000 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp).

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears violet leather gloves, a violet jacket, and tight pants. His chestnut hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. 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 money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Unemployed hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He bought a sai and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to find somewhere to settle down

Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Qemuel is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. 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: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. His addictions have taken their toll on his wallet, and he has found himself with a great deal of debt owed.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert, Impeccable. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 10000 sp. Sard (60 gp). Moss agate (7 gp). Coral (110 gp).