Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is dressed in a clean brown cloak covering his clean studded leather. He wears a top hat to hide his balding. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. A gifted student he started as a Sage, but he got bored and became a Ruler. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Impulsive, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Holy water. 4 Antitoxin.

Description: This late middle aged man wears a tattered pair of loose violet pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs and is in decent physical shape. His golden hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His skin is flawless and his green eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Ralf was born with his mother's beautiful face. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Ralf took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 37000 sp. 1 Simple lock. 1 Superior lock.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). He has red hair. His eyes are violet and catlike.

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. 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, Wymar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Wymar hails from a village terrorized by brigands. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He's also a talented Spice Merchant, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Job. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 2800 sp.

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 a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Barber but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Pacifist. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His hair is black and curly. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He is a great chef.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Greedy. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Red-brown spinel (120 gp).