Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears red leather gloves, a red jacket, and tight pants. His chestnut hair is unkempt and raggedy. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature pickaxe.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 100 gp. Jasper (50 gp). Star rose quartz (50 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears black leather gloves, a black jacket, and tight pants. His chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Percival hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his music career. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

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. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Architect 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 drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Percival fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His auburn hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. 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 is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Nature, Mentor. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His golden hair is still thick. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the east. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the east were limited. 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: To be a Ruler again; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Gifted, Logical, Persistence. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 20000 cp.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears a green shirt, with a blue mid length shorts with blue tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He has a long silver beard with little hanging trinkets. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Body Guard but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Joker, Pacifist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 300 gp.