Description: This man stands a little under 5'0" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He sports black clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy white hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady violet eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 27. 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 a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and doesn't want to be a server and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Logical, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Server

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he very much looks the part of a Farmer. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

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. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Thradal is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. After coming to the age of reason, Thradal 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: To find somewhere to settle down; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Cynical, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 310 gp.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his bastard sword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He carries with him a set of bastard swords on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length silver hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

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. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His first spouse was a Mason, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Heian fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Bonds: Family, Mentor. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 700 sp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (300 gp). Solid gold idol (300 gp).

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His tied-back hair is brown. His eyes are amber.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered north to less war torn lands. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted, Impeccable. Flaws: PTSD, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: This slender man stands about 5'9". He very much looks the part of a Servant. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has several tiny emerald earrings on each ear.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Gifted from a young age, Efferil studied abroad. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. 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: Expand his business; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 7000 sp. Star rose quartz (50 gp).