Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears long strands of sapphire and short black dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Geoffrey hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is greedy

Ideals: Artistic, Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: A 4'7" northern man, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has done his best to style his chestnut hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

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 ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Aramil took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. He bought a shortbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 1300 sp.

Description: He is a husky man, who is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He was born in the east. His childhood dream was to be a Bounty Hunter, but he was a colossal failure. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and expand his business

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Detective

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 2100 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (400 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1000 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (160 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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 prefers to wear grey clothing when he does not wear armor. His rusty crest is long and unkept. His fierce gold eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Dadalan wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Commoner, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Dadalan was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious, Military. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 190 gp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He tends to wear a brown poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He is an epitome of beauty. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. He has several tiny amber earrings on each ear.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 40 gp.