Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy chestnut hair. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: He wears a blue coat over a green low-cut shirt, and a small hat upon his head. He carries a battered shortspear and tarnished shortbow as well. He has a long brown beard with little hanging trinkets. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 400 gp. Golden yellow topaz (800 gp). Pink pearl (60 gp). Obsidian (10 gp). 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a tight fitting yellow shirt and pants. His white hair is singed and shortened. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He was born into a rich family. 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 recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: 5'10" and muscular, this western man wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized violet coat. His hair is short and white. He has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Clerebold will drive conversation. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was born in the west. Clerebold was born on a far western island where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Mortician. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 10000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: With grey face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a violet coat with grey slacks. His long golden hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

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 mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Born in the east to a Interpreter, Lance learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His childhood dream was to be a Sage, but he was a colossal failure. He has worked as a Interpreter like his father before him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Extrovert, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Disease, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.