Description: A middle-aged man, he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman, and is pretty ugly. With bright auburn hair and a scraggly beard. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Mortician.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Terse. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 500 gp. Jasper (60 gp). Moss agate (7 gp). Silver pearl (160 gp). Lapis lazuli (7 gp). Rhodochrosite (7 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His white hair has been sun bleached extensively. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his amber eyes.

Personality: Azdûsh 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 loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Azdûsh was born with his father's beautiful face. 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. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Extrovert. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 6000 sp.

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 brown painted combat armor at almost all times. He keeps his dark red hair in a flapper bob. He has several tiny amber earrings on each ear.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born into a rich family. His parents enrolled him in a Adept school at a young age so that he could practice his divine talents. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Server

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 500 gp. Deep green spinel (50 gp). Zircon (30 gp). Bloodstone (30 gp). Moss agate (6 gp).

Description: He sports grey clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He is physically well-built. He has wavy brown hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. Nim abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence, Impeccable. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 1000 cp. White pearl (100 gp).

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing black cape and mantle trimmed with soft blue waves gently in the breeze. He carries a battered dagger and tarnished shortbow as well. He has a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: He comes from a rich western family. 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 has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Stylist and was forced into it by his family; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 12000 sp.