Description: 5'4" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants. His black hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

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. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Cynical, Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 2300 sp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs, marred by teas. His brown hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: The child of a Soapmaker, who enjoyed hunting, Percival was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Percival took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up glaive and armor he uses now. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is greedy

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 1600 sp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp). An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (10 gp).

Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He carries a battered shortbow and tarnished scimitar as well. He has shaved his head bald. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 12000 cp.

Description: A middle-aged man, he dresses like a well dressed Apothecary does, and is pretty ugly. He has wavy brown hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Gifted from a young age, Ratbag studied abroad. He worked as a nervous Apothecary and found it very stressful. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Apothecary for hire.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and expand his business

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Hedonist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 300 gp. Black star sapphire (400 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). Rich purple corundum (400 gp). Malachite (4 gp).

Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is a great chef.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when brigands swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His parents were killed by brigands in a raid when he was still a young child. The brigands captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 6000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.