Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his sickle, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. His long cinnamon fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. This amber eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. The war was a terrible time for him, and Shadow does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. Through the years after Shadow was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Shadow's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. After a long history of fighting, Shadow and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 300 pp. Solid gold idol (500 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (110 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (110 gp). An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (40 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1500 gp).

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Beiro has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Half-Elf, and stands approximately 5'7". He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition, and his gloved hand is found clutching a sickle. He is bald on top and has large white tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

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 necromantic-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: He's repulsed by the PC; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mason

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 70 pp. Sardonyx (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a brown collared shirt and green pants. He accessorizes with a brown scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Blacksmith arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered south to less war torn lands. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: He's in love; and wants a kiss

Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Has a crush. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He usually wears his black robe and has his rapier always slung over his shoulder. His hair is cut close to his head. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Halander is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

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 Fletcher. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and balancing his hectic life and new fletcher responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 110 pp. Chalcedony (20 gp).