Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears tan 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 scimitar. His white hair is lengthy. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. 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 was born into a rich family. When Názkûga reached his early adolescence his Half-Orc father 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 has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Performer.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Job, Rich, Military. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He has a long blonde beard with little hanging trinkets. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. The war was a terrible time for him, and Hogar does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Hogar reached his early adolescence his Half-Orc father 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. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Military, Family. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: Red-brown spinel (110 gp). Red-brown spinel (110 gp). Eye agate (13 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep grey leather and dull blue iron scale mail. He wears his white hair down. He has several tiny aquamarine earrings on each ear.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Damien was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. Damien was born on a far northern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Stylist. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is greedy

Ideals: Logical, Persistence. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 30 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. A gifted student he started as a Architect, but he got bored and became a Cook. He's also a talented Architect, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and to be a architect again

Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 1600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Mortician. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 350 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.