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 wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. He has no hair. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Fortune-teller born in the past three hundred years. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Fortune-teller. He's also a talented Barber, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and to be a barber again

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Rich. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears skinny pants and wears a black and tan robe with the hood down, and carries flails. His gold crest is still thick. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the west. Rivaan was born on a far western plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Armorer. After a long history of fighting, Rivaan and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 1000 gp. Chrysoberyl (120 gp). Freshwater pearl (4 gp).

Description: A 5'0" northern man, he wears a worn and beaten armor. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy black hair. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is a Server first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. In his 13th year, his parents were killed by a orcs raid, leaving Alexandre alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Job, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Server

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he likes to wear yellow tank tops with brown pants. His moppish white hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is content; and money/treasure

Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a tight fitting brown shirt and pants. His silver crest, when down, is lengthy. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. 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: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Dadalan was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dragonborn people.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Nature, Mentor. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 140 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.