Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is light but he possesses many tan ritualistic tattoos. He wears a black coat over a tan low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon his head. He keeps his blonde hair in a flapper bob. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. After a long history of fighting, Solomon and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Addict. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Disguise kit. 1 Good lock.

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing green cape and mantle trimmed with soft tan waves gently in the breeze. He is portly but not overly obese. His blonde hair is lengthy. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Bricklayer.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and he's in love

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Family, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 600 gp. Jasper (30 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). Red garnet (60 gp). Freshwater pearl (11 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a tight fitting yellow shirt and pants. His brown hair is unkempt and raggedy. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He bought a scythe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Courier and was forced into it by his family.

Ideals: Justice, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Crowbar. 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He has wavy golden hair. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

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 now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Terse, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 30 pp. Coral (160 gp).

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose white pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his sickle, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. His silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. A freak accident while working with his Mortician mother left him crippled. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 300 gp.