Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His hair is blonde and very short. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born in the north. Namfoodle was born on a far northern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Scribe. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature rapier.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Rich, Immigrant, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 800 gp. Amethyst (160 gp). Banded agate (11 gp). Star rose quartz (40 gp).

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 a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His long orange fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines copper.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He got into the Sage business at a young age. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Sage

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 100 pp.

Description: A 4'4" northern man, he wears a grey cloak and cross-gartered pastel stockings. He has wavy silver hair. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 33. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when gnolls swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. His auburn hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady violet eyes.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ghash fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 6000 cp. A silver and pearl hairclip (80 gp). Solid gold idol (300 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp).

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His gold crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Zedaar was born the youngest of three triplets. He always admired druidic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and doesn't want to be a detective and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Family. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 20000 sp.