Description: This man is tall and muscular. He prefers to wear brown clothing when he does not wear armor. He keeps his long brown fur kept up in a rat tail. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. After coming to the age of reason, Aura took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Secretive. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 260 pp. Amethyst (140 gp). Fire opal (500 gp). Moss agate (16 gp). Golden yellow topaz (600 gp). White opal (500 gp). Star ruby (500 gp).

Description: With brown face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He was forced to fight in gladiatorial arenas alongside his partner. They became the best of friends and one day they managed to break out together and then went their separate ways.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Family, Slave. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 20000 cp.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes. He keeps his black crest in a pixie cut. His gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Quarethon speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. His first spouse was a Slave Trader, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of freemasons.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Nature, Family. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He dresses in black turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with tan slacks. His chestnut hair is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Gifted from a young age, Wrenn studied abroad. His parents enrolled him in a Druid school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north.

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Fearful. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: French accent

Possessions: Just what you see.