Description: A 5'6" western man, he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His long golden hair reaches down to his waist. He has several tiny opal earrings on each ear.

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. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Cory was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light pastel in addition to tight pants. His chestnut hair is lengthy. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Greedy. Bonds: Adventurer, Family, Nature. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 4000 sp.

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 suspenders and pastel workpants. His shirt is white, and he wears a heavy pastel leather apron most of the time. His black hair is braided into rings. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Drogo was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Adept, 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 Adept in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He found a children's book about a Human Adept who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Professionalism. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is wearing a long, yellow, dusty cloak. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He is an amazing painter.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. Ostracized due to the divine powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Nature, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty violet coat over it. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his mace, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His hair is blonde and curly. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Flaws: Ugly, Greedy, Insane. Bonds: Religious, Rich. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 1000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.