Description: He stands about 5'5" and wears professional attire. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He sports a flattop hair cut. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Justin 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 always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Banker business.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. 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: Retire the richest man in the south; and a deep hatred of giants

Ideals: Extrovert, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 100 pp.

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light blue in addition to tight pants. His head has been shaved. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is a great chef.

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. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Human activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Human doctor. 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 wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and a strong sense of loyalty to human people

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Mundane, Racist. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 300 gp. Azurite (13 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep pastel leather and dull grey iron scale mail. He wears his chestnut hair down. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. A friendly and beautiful Human, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Born in the west to a Miller, Everard learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 6000 sp. Blue quartz (12 gp). Aquamarine (900 gp). Peridot (20 gp).

Description: This slender man stands about 5'10". He wears dull tan sweaters, loose violet pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed greatsword, just in case. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He hates Humans with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His childhood dream was to be a Stylist, but he was a colossal failure. He struck the Guard job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Human compassion; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Racist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He usually wears his violet robe and has his flail always slung over his shoulder, and he perpetually has his flail ready. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Human activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Human doctor. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Roland fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Mundane, Racist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: Just what you see.