Description: This late middle aged man wears a yellow vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His blue leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his yellow boots flare out at the collars and is in decent physical shape. His chestnut hair is greasy and uncared for. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is content; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 1 Banded mail.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep pastel leather and dull blue iron scale mail. His long black hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He is baby faced.

Personality: Roland is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. In his youth he was a Tanner, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane, PTSD. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep black leather and dull green iron scale mail. His hair, while still mostly silver, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are brown and beady.

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. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. 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 has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 23000 sp. Moss agate (6 gp). Black pearl (900 gp). Alexandrite (900 gp). 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His golden hair is braided into rings. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He was granted divine powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 300 gp. Aquamarine (900 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears black leather gloves, a black jacket, and tight pants. His brown hair is braided into rings. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He has all his life been fascinated with singing.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when brigands swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 16000 cp.