Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a worn and beaten armor. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He takes great joy in being the best Painter in town.

History: Wymar was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He became a Painter soon after.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive. Bonds: Job, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Crowbar.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his scimitar with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His hair is black and curly. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. 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 was granted divine powers by his dying sister.

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

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a tattered pair of loose yellow pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His hair is short and golden. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Wymar was born on a far southern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Weaver. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact.

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. With a patchy brown beard and wild brown hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, William was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and money/treasure

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 5000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He sports white clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: Born in the west to a Shepherd, Rolf learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Rolf was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Family, Job, Military, Has a crush. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 100 gp.