Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his sai with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His head has been shaved. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Marshal profession.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Alberich grew up listening to his father's many stories. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Ruler for the past few years.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Ruler responsibilities is difficult; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 1000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: With white face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with brown colored cloaks and clothing. He has a auburn handlebar mustache and slicked back auburn hair. He has blue eyes.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He got into the Junk Dealer business at a young age. He has had some formal writing training, and achieved minor success. He tends to his Junk Dealer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Artistic. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze. He carries with him a set of shields on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. He has a auburn handlebar mustache and slicked back auburn hair. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: Anverth is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed, Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy golden hair. His skin is flawless and his violet eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined, Joker. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 10000 cp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He tends to wear a brown poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are hazel and beady.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

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 Frouse reached his early adolescence his Gnome 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 was granted martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 1 Magnifying glass.