Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His red hair is lengthy. His eyes are red and catlike.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he is greedy

Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Slave, Criminal record. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He is physically well-built. He is bald on top and has large silver tufts of hair around his ears. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

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. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Persistence, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Iolite (50 gp). Deep green spinel (60 gp). Amber (60 gp).

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Riardon was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. 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 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: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His auburn hair is heavily combed to the left. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Kilvar took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up greatsword and armor he uses now. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This southern man wears violet leather gloves, a violet jacket, and tight pants. His clothes are grease stained in places. His white hair is unkempt and raggedy. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the south. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Barrister hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 8000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.