Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He tends to wear a brown poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His black hair is smooth and relatively long. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Mormo speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the south. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears long strands of emerald and short black dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths, and he perpetually has his scythe ready. His head has been shaved. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: Silver comb with moonstones (700 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (2000 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears dull grey sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed whip, just in case. His hair is silver and curly. His gold eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Flaws: Shy, Secretive. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 20 pp. Black pearl (200 gp).

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized yellow coat. His white hair is long and unkept. His black eyes peer out from beneath his small yellow hat.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Cimer hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. In his 11th year, his parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Cimer alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He wants revenge against dire rats; and revenge

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush, Enemies. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.