Description: He wears a black costume with the symbols of the sun god on his torso. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy black hair. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

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 is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Mercenary. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 2 years.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and balancing his hectic life and new mercenary responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Insomniac, Forgetful, Greedy. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He wears a black armored body suit, with a simple grey line shooting up and back down. He has dyed his greying auburn hair a little too much giving a sharp auburn color. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Ugly, Terse, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 11000 cp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. He sports a long golden beard, and similarly colored long hair. His half smiles and violet eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. Anselm was born on a far western desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Soapmaker. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 45000 sp. Star ruby (800 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man wears just a pastel suit. His golden hair is cut short. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this southern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Expand his business; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 1100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a blue tunic with black highlights, and long tan pants that bunch up around his shoes. He is an epitome of beauty. His hair is long and silver with streaks of red, and is pulled back with small blue clips. His beard is red, braided, and well cared for. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Drogo lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 200 gp.