Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively. He keeps his long blonde hair kept up in a rat tail. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. The war was a terrible time for him, and Dayereth does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Mentor. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a brown vest and prefers violet and grey shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His black hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His eyes are gray and beady.

Personality: Ahvain wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Monk, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Ahvain lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.

Ideals: Disciplined, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 10000 cp. 1 Alchemist’s fire. 3 Thunderstones.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His blonde hair is matted, messy, and big. His ears are large.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears a red small hat and red clothes. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Born in the north to a Stylist, Lance learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. 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 tends to his Stylist job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and wants to raise his children well

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Lazy. Bonds: Job, Military, Family. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He keeps his silver hair in a pixie cut. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Vilberg was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Rogue, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Rogue in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Vilberg 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 has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Half-Orc artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.