Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he dresses well, wearing black shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He has black hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was granted martial powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 1400 gp.

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He has styled his black crest well, parting it to the right. He is baby faced.

Personality: Greethen is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Greethen took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Flaws: Depressed, Antagonistic, Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1400 gp. Golden yellow topaz (1500 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 wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His red hair and beard is wavy and long. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 110 gp. 3 Acid flasks.

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His purple hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. He has gleaming, smiling white eyes.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is a great chef.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Valafar was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He was granted divine powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He usually wears his brown robe and has his scythe always slung over his shoulder. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. When Foxilon reached his early adolescence his Halfling 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 has achieved small success as a Laborer.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Nature, Military. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 600 gp.