Description: He wears professional attire. He is portly but not overly obese. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Stableman but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. 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. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Opinionated, Pacifist. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He carries a battered shortspear and tarnished sword as well. He keeps his red hair in a pixie cut. His eyes are likewise brown.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Pígug was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Family, Religious. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 8000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1700 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (140 gp). Carved bone or ivory statuette (10 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears grey painted combat armor at almost all times. He wears his brown hair down. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this northern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He is an amazing painter.

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. While he appears to be a normal Human, 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 was granted psionic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 360 gp.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes, and carries longbows. He has done his best to style his red hair to look like a famous performer. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Ostracized due to the arcane powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dwarves became a terror of the countryside. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Gimurt fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Dwarven compassion; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: Amethyst (40 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with black colored cloaks and clothing. He has a very tight haircut. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Broce is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Broce was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Stylist and was forced into it by his family; and marry his brother to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Gifted, Justice, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 80000 cp.