Description: He has the majority of his body covered in plate. He has wavy black fur. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He now mingles about in high society.

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

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 100 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 crest is long and unkept. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Salasar was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Salasar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 300 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (800 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (800 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1500 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he prefers to wear tan pants and tee shirts. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy white hair. He has violet eyes and a tan hat with a green feather.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered music. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He is an epitome of beauty. He has a very tight haircut. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He works hard and plays hard.

History: Morkral was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To be a Stableman again; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He has a missing right arm. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His scarlet crest, when down, is lengthy. His gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

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. The war was a terrible time for him, and Adrex does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born in the east. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.

Flaws: Cynical, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 80 gp. 1 Good lock.