Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He carries with him a set of shields, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His auburn hair is heavily combed to the right. His gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He hates Humans with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. 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: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Racist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He tends to wear a brown poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He has red hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Vanuath was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Vanuath's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic, Forgetful. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 340 gp.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is wearing a long, violet, dusty cloak. He has wavy blue hair. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Stylist. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Stylist arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Mormo 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 leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His blonde hair is heavily combed to the right. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Dayereth is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. In his 18th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He saw the violence of war and the aftermath so he converted to religion and dedicated himself to non-violence.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized brown coat. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His golden hair, when down, is lengthy. His skin is flawless and his amber eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

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 couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He was granted arcane powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and doesn't want to be a map maker and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Gifted, Professionalism. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 500 gp. Sardonyx (30 gp).