Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing grey cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze. He has a long brown beard with little hanging trinkets. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. 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 has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Joker, Logical. Flaws: Disease, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Silver holy symbol.

Description: He dresses like a well dressed Sellsword does. He sports a flattop fur cut. His half smiles and blue eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tabaxis in the north were limited. He became a Sellsword soon after.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Sellsword responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 2000 sp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears white robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scythe, but if one is not available he will default to his whip. Sporting a blonde mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 1700 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears a tattered pair of loose white pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His red hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Hobart was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father 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. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands.

Flaws: Sensitive, Forgetful. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 100 gp. Alexandrite (1400 gp). Citrine (50 gp). Blue sapphire (1000 gp).

Description: This man stands a little under 4'3" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He prefers to wear tan clothing when he does not wear armor. His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His childhood dream was to be a Barber, but he was a colossal failure. 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 unsatisfied with his job; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Job, Guardian. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 330 gp. Coral (140 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.