Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his trident with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Ahvain speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Ahvain reached his early adolescence his Half-Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: Rose (80 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1500 gp). Moonstone (80 gp). Sard (80 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. His skin is flawless and his blue eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. 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: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Sensitive, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 6000 sp.

Description: This malnourished man is dressed in a clean black cloak covering his clean studded leather. His blonde hair is braided into rings. He has green eyes.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: Gimurt was born the youngest of three triplets. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and regain custody of his son

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This fat western man has a bulbous nose and wears a worn and beaten armor. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He has moderate length black hair. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

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. He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Mortician.

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

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 4000 sp. Hematite (9 gp). White pearl (120 gp). Chrysoprase (80 gp). Violet garnet (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears bulky green painted plate armor. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length silver hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Joker, Justice. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 100 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (7 gp). Tourmaline (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item.