Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears silk and lounges about seductively. His hair is red and curly. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Frug was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: To clean up the streets.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Mentor, Guardian. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 100 pp.

Description: 6'8" and muscular, this western man wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. 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: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Valorean was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Valorean's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. After a long history of fighting, Valorean and his spouse have recently divorced.

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

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a tan top hat and tan clothes. His hair is short and red. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Miller.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Insane, Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Job. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 2700 sp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with tan colored cloaks and clothing. He has silver hair. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: He was born in the east. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Athletic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. He wears his silver hair up. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Cartwright but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. 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 wants to get laid; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Persistence, Pacifist, Gifted. Bonds: Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 1100 gp. Aquamarine (600 gp). Blue quartz (16 gp). Deep blue spinel (600 gp). Obsidian (16 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.