Description: He is lean but muscular and wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Born in the west to a Servant, Chad learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Servant for the past few years.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Servant

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: He is well dressed, constantly wearing a brown suit, grey shirt, and red tie. He carries with him a set of longswords on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He keeps his red hair in a pixie cut. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: Aldous 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 uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. After coming to the age of reason, Aldous took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of philosophers.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 70 pp. Jasper (20 gp). Jet (160 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He has styled his white hair well, parting it to the left. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: A child with a great deal of dancing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He has had some formal dancing training, and achieved minor success. 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. Nicholas fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Terse. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 600 gp. Golden yellow topaz (1000 gp). Amber (80 gp). Deep green spinel (80 gp).

Description: This malnourished man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His white hair is smooth and relatively long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. 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 was granted arcane powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 100 gp. Peridot (50 gp). Banded agate (4 gp). Obsidian (4 gp).

Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He is wearing a long, green, dusty cloak. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His hair is short and white. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the west. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and balancing his hectic life and new masseuse responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies, Attractive, Guardian, Job. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 300 gp.