Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He is bald on top and has large silver tufts of hair around his ears. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: This man loves singing and to teach people singing more than just about anything. He refers to his adoptive mother for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Family, Nature. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing red cape and mantle trimmed with soft pastel waves gently in the breeze. His blonde hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When Drogo reached his early adolescence his Human father 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. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and money/treasure

Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a quarterstaff, but if one is not available he will default to his bastard sword. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. His half smiles and green eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. After coming to the age of reason, Trey took it upon himself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. 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: Human compassion.

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with tan colored cloaks and clothing. He is an epitome of beauty. His red hair is lengthy. He has gray eyes.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Trym was born with his father's beautiful face. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has worked as a Servant like his father before him.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and expand his business

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Servant

Voice: American accent

Possessions: Red garnet (90 gp).

Description: He wears a tight fitting brown shirt and pants, and he perpetually has his longbow ready. His hair, while still mostly brown, has prominent grey streaks. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Weaver. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. 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 bought a longbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Fearful, Insane. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 27000 cp.