Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a white costume with the symbols of death on his torso. His hair is long and white with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small white clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 6000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears long strands of jet and short brown dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He is bald on top and has large auburn tufts of hair around his ears. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Carpenter arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. In his 12th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Depressed, Fearful. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This slender man stands about 6'4". He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty pastel coat over it. His blonde hair is long and unkept. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

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. A true patriot, Balimaar would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He bought a ceremonial dagger and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

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

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Nature, Military, Mentor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 800 gp. Chalcedony (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a pastel armored body suit, with a simple red line shooting up and back down. He is portly but not overly obese. He keeps his long blonde hair kept up in a rat tail. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his amber eyes.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He tends to his Sculptor job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: This man stands a little under 6'5" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He is wearing a long, violet cloak. He has styled his brown hair well, parting it to the right. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. Patrick abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Family, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: Just what you see.