Description: He stands about 5'5" and wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He has done his best to style his black hair to look like a famous performer. His red eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. Through the years after Akmen was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Akmen's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Philantrophist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He sports blue clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He wears his chestnut hair up in a very large beehive style do. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Aramil was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Crown-heir.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Crown-heir responsibilities is difficult; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Mentor. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A 5'0" northern man, he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized brown coat. His hair, while still mostly silver, has prominent grey streaks. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Baker arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When Rolen reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. 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: He is greedy; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Rich. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Glassblower. His crest, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and he desires to right it; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 80000 cp.

Description: He has a missing right arm. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with white colored cloaks and clothing. He wears a Stetson hat to cover his moderate length rusty crest. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Pijjirik was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Passionate, Professionalism. Bonds: Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 11000 cp.