Description: He wears tattered old clothes. He carries with him a set of sickles on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. His lavender fur has been sun bleached extensively. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. The war was a terrible time for him, and Dagger 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 mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 6000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (30 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1600 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (2300 gp). Jeweled gold crown (2000 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1600 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1600 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp). Gold music box (3000 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1600 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2300 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2300 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp).

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around his neck, and a scimitar on his belt. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his scimitar, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. His blonde hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

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 receives visions of the future at random moments

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. In his 14th year, his parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Peren alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Peren fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Revenge; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 12000 cp. 1 Masterwork manacles. 1 Superior lock. 1 Hourglass.

Description: 6'7" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He dresses in green turtlenecks beneath a white coat with brown slacks. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 1300 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (140 gp). Carved bone or ivory statuette (60 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (140 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (140 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (140 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears an entirely blue suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He wears a colorful flower in his red hair. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Bowyer who has hired him part-time. A friendly and beautiful Dwarf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Bowyer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Rich, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 2200 gp. Jade (40 gp). Chrysoprase (40 gp). Blue quartz (8 gp). Carnelian (40 gp).

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 4'0" and wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy chestnut hair. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of goblins once and for all.

History: Morkral was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Morkral fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and many goblins want him driven away

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Bonds: Enemies, Poor, Job. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 400 gp. Red-brown spinel (50 gp).