Description: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and wears a violet coat over a grey low-cut shirt, and a top hat upon his head. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Norman is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Norman was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He bought a dagger and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Expand his business; and balancing his hectic life and new bookbinder responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 2000 sp. Hematite (12 gp). Blue quartz (12 gp). Smoky quartz (80 gp). Rhodochrosite (12 gp).

Description: He wears a blue coat over a white low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon his head. His moppish white hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 7 years.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Impeccable, Joker. Bonds: Nature, Job, Guardian. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Rose (60 gp). Pink pearl (120 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This dark-skinned male is renowned for his bright green suits and hats. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His hair is brown, silky, and of moderate length. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When Lance reached his early adolescence his Human mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. After a long history of fighting, Lance and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Racist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He is an epitome of beauty. His long blonde hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Marshal but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Pacifist, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 10000 cp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears suspenders and black workpants. His shirt is blue, and he wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time. Sporting a white mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson black hat.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the west were limited. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Bonds: Religious, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 600 gp. Star rose quartz (80 gp).