Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He wears a brown vest and prefers violet and grey shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down, marred by teas. His red hair is singed and shortened. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Stableman work with an outfit from a few towns over. Stableman work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has achieved small success as a Stableman.

Motivation: To be a Assassin again; and expand his business

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He wears a top hat to cover his moderate length black hair. His eyes are black and catlike.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. Balam was born on a far southern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Priest. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Priest.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 1700 sp. A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (50 gp).

Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a black coat. He carries a battered quarterstaff and tarnished morningstar as well. He keeps his long blonde hair kept up in a rat tail. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. A friendly and beautiful Half-Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Thamior was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Half-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Half-Elven doctor. 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: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Spy

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears tan painted combat armor at almost all times. He has wavy blue crest. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (700 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (500 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his lance with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His silver hair is thinning but still full. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his small tan hat.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Performer but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Born in the west to a Performer, Bhevek learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Bhevek abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Performer.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Disease, Depressed. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Breastplate.