Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light black in addition to tight pants. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his sickle, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a rose on it. His brass crest is knotted and matted. His eyes are likewise red.

Personality: Torinn 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 is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Torinn was born with his mother's beautiful face. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Adventurer, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He has styled his brown hair well, parting it to the left. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born into a rich family. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and he is greedy

Ideals: Opinionated, Logical. Bonds: Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: Eye agate (4 gp). Sardonyx (20 gp). Banded agate (4 gp). Obsidian (4 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp). Malachite (4 gp). Brown-green garnet (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light green in addition to tight pants. He has no fur. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Tabaxis in Lone's homeland. Lone decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Passionate, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He wears his brown hair up in a very large beehive style do. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Born in the north to a Sage, Drogo learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of philosophers.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Religious, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 30 pp.

Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He carries with him a set of shortbows, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His orange fur is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Mercenary arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Addict, Depressed. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 300 gp.