Description: He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scimitar, but if one is not available he will default to his falchion. He carries with him a set of falchions, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His brown fur is heavily combed to the left. His copper eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Depressed. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 45000 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: Standing 5'3", this man wears a brown collared shirt and red pants. He accessorizes with a black scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has a red handlebar mustache and slicked back red hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

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. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Barkeep. He struck the Barkeep job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Revenge; and to be a junk dealer again

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Shy. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes, and he perpetually has his sword ready. His black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are red and beady.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

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 Therai reached his early adolescence his Tiefling mother 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. 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. Therai fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: An older man who prefers to wear tan pants and tee shirts, he is not a threatening figure. He wears a deerstalker hat to cover his moderate length blonde hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of brigands once and for all.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Simon was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Simon decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. Being a Gardener kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and wants to raise his children well

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 100 gp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (180 gp). Gold music box (1000 gp). 3 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: He dresses well, wearing brown shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time, and carries sais. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length yellow fur. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He's also a talented Spice Merchant, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Religious. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 200 gp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (3000 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (130 gp).