Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gold.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 43. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: A child with a great deal of dancing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He has never given up on his dancing dream.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Opinionated, Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Slave. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He has moderate length silver crest. He has gleaming, smiling gold eyes.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was born in the west. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Gifted, Athletic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 28000 cp. Malachite (14 gp). Amethyst (110 gp). Brown-green garnet (110 gp). Black pearl (1000 gp). 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools. 1 Spyglass.

Description: This younger middle-aged man is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest, and a wedding ring on his right hand. He wears his black hair up. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gold eyes.

Personality: Mormo 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 has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Mormo fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Disciplined, Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: 5'9" and muscular, this southern man wears a black shirt, with a pastel mid length shorts with pastel tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

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. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Aust took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up warhammer and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aust fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Military. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His gold crest is still thick. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: This man loves poetry and to teach people poetry more than just about anything. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Hirrathak has worked very hard to control his curse. During his travels, Hirrathak and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Hirrathak discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Hirrathak fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he is greedy

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 1100 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.