Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He carries a battered whip and tarnished shortspear as well. His white hair is lengthy. He is baby faced.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing poetry.

History: Paymon was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. 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. Paymon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: He wears long strands of amber and short brown dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths, and he perpetually has his shortspear ready. He has done his best to style his blue crest to look like a famous performer. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

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 always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: He was born in a small island village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 island due to the painful memories there. Kiirith took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shortspear and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Kiirith 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; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Family, Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 1700 gp. Freshwater pearl (14 gp).

Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His white crest is matted, messy, and big. His fierce gold eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Marshal. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 8 years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Nature, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 800 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 is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His hair is cut close to his head. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing painting.

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. After coming to the age of reason, Jebeddo 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 has never given up on his painting dream.

Motivation: He is content.

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 40000 cp. Brown-green garnet (40 gp). Moonstone (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a grey costume with the symbols of the sun god on his torso. His hair, while still mostly chestnut, has prominent grey streaks. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He is a Jackalwere in disguise. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Disciplined, Logical. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Adventurer, Debt. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 310 gp.