Description: This late middle aged man likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather and is in decent physical shape. He wears a feathered hat to hide his balding. His ears are large.

Personality: He hates dire rats. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Radomir is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. 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 used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and he wants revenge against dire rats

Ideals: Justice, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Sage

Voice: German accent

Possessions: A roughly beaten golden orb (170 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

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 does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Insane. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 400 gp. Black pearl (400 gp). Onyx (70 gp). Amethyst (150 gp). White opal (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Sellsword. His hair is silver and very short. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his small tan hat.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Aerdeth grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Aerdeth. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Extrovert. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 2300 sp. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument. 1 Silver holy symbol.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'2" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears long strands of ruby and short green dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. With bright auburn hair and a scraggly beard. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Born in the west to a Soapmaker, Ratak learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and money/treasure

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 600 gp. Citrine (50 gp). Chalcedony (50 gp).

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull white iron scale mail. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Mayor arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, In love, Guardian. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 3000 cp. Red garnet (120 gp). Brown-green garnet (120 gp).