Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. A freak accident while working with his Adventurer mother left him crippled. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Disease, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: Tourmaline (80 gp).

Description: An older man who wears a brown shirt with thin grey vertical stripes and black pants, he is not a threatening figure. His golden hair is singed and shortened. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He is a great chef.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Thakrak grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 20000 sp. Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp).

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His hair is cut close to his head. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Mercenary responsibilities is difficult; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Job, Slave. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 2100 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1900 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (800 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1300 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (4000 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Standing 5'9", this man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His hair is long and brown with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Born in the south to a Actor, Arnold learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 7 years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and balancing his hectic life and new actor responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Gifted, Impeccable. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: Just what you see.