Description: With grey face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears dark leathers with embroidery. He has no hair. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Robert was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

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

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 800 gp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 3'5" eastern man, he wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He has moderate length black hair. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Anverth fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 100 pp. Obsidian (6 gp). Onyx (80 gp).

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His golden hair and beard is wavy and long. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. 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: Born to a Fortune-teller, his father struggled to pay the bills. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 390 gp.

Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He wears a black coat over a red low-cut shirt, and a top hat upon his head. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His auburn hair is knotted and matted. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when goblins swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Revenge.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: Just what you see.