Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His chestnut hair is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are black and beady.

Personality: Morthos speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Healer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. 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: Further expansion of business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. 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 has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 80 pp.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He sports green clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was born in the south. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tieflings in the south were limited. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well.

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Bonds: Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 40000 cp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He keeps his long blue crest kept up in a rat tail. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Gifted from a young age, Dadalan studied abroad. After coming to the age of reason, Dadalan took it upon himself to study the divine arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was granted divine powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Optimist, Professionalism, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He has no hair. His eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

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. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To protect his home; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Guardian. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 1100 gp. Banded agate (12 gp). Red-brown spinel (60 gp). Chalcedony (70 gp). Onyx (70 gp).