Description: He prefers to wear black pants and tee shirts, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'1" when asserting himself. His moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Aldous has worked very hard to control his curse. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Persistence, Extrovert. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His red hair, when down, is lengthy. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: Everard lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Stylist and was forced into it by his family; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears a blue cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He got into the Mercenary business at a young age. Anselm was born on a far northern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Mercenary. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is dressed in earthy colors with a grey and white handkerchief worn on his right side. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Ostracized due to the martial powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with grey lining and desert motifs. He carries with him a set of bows on his belt, each one with a amber on the hilt. He has a long golden beard with little hanging trinkets. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Locksmith hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Guy fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Insane, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Just what you see.