Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with blue colored cloaks and clothing. His golden hair is lengthy. His eyes are blue.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He is a Deep Scion in disguise. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive, Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (900 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Solid gold idol (800 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He wears his golden hair up. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Everard will drive conversation. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Everard was born with his mother's beautiful face. 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 now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 130 gp. Star rose quartz (30 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He has a missing left leg. He dresses well, wearing brown shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His crest is black, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes are a pleasant gold.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. Dadalan enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: He was born into a rich family. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs.

Flaws: Insane, Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: An older man who has the majority of his body covered in plate, he is not a threatening figure. His brown hair is cut short. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Flaws: Selfish, Disease. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a greatsword, but if one is not available he will default to his hand crossbow, marred by chocolates. He has dyed his greying golden hair a little too much giving a sharp golden color. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Gifted from a young age, Drogo studied abroad. While he appears to be a normal Half-Elf, 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 martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 5000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.