Description: He is renowned for his bright tan suits and hats. His blonde hair is singed and shortened. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. 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 comes from a rich northern family. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Human conditions. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he is greedy

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Fearful, Racist. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He is an epitome of beauty. His hair is chestnut and curly. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Lance lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He worked as a nervous Herbalist and found it very stressful. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Herbalist for the past few years.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Job. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: This slender man stands about 6'0". He wears a green wide-brimmed hat and green clothes. He keeps his red hair in a flapper bob. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Clerebold has worked very hard to control his curse. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Greedy, Impulsive, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 400 gp. Deep blue spinel (500 gp). Rhodochrosite (13 gp). Rock crystal (30 gp). 1 Masterwork manacles. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools.

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his shield with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His brown hair is thinning but still full. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Miles took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shield and armor he uses now. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Lazy. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears a brown shirt, with a pastel mid length shorts with pastel tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He is physically well-built. He has a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Cynical, Mundane. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 100 pp.