Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He dresses well, wearing blue shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He has a chestnut handlebar mustache and slicked back chestnut hair. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Addict, Cynical, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a grey suit, green shirt, and yellow tie. With bright chestnut hair and a scraggly beard. His ears are large.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Mormog was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Fighter, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Fighter in service of a powerful lord somewhere. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature sword.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 160 gp. Coral (50 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is wearing a long, grey, dusty cloak. He keeps his long auburn hair kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are brown and beady.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 12. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 90 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He prefers to wear yellow pants and tee shirts, and he perpetually has his club ready. His silver hair is smooth and relatively long. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep black.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: Gifted from a young age, Rimmon studied abroad. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He's also a talented Armorer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 43000 sp. Rose (60 gp). Aquamarine (500 gp). Sard (60 gp).

Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He carries with him a set of daggers, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is short and golden. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He refers to his adoptive mother for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He moved out north to avoid the crime he committed. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Family, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 400 gp.