Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He usually wears his violet robe and has his rapier always slung over his shoulder. With bright red hair and a scraggly beard. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Philantrophist, Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 100 gp. 2 Tanglefoot bags. 1 Smokesticks.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He wears his chestnut hair down. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Stylist. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Charles took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up greatsword and armor he uses now. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 1500 sp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is dark but he possesses many tan ritualistic tattoos. He wears a grey vest and prefers tan and white shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His white hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. After coming to the age of reason, Lance took it upon himself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was granted druidic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist, Antagonistic. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 100 gp. Aquamarine (400 gp). Red garnet (130 gp).

Description: He prefers to wear violet pants and tee shirts. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His blonde hair is unkempt and raggedy. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Geoffrey was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Human conditions. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Human compassion.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 700 sp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is dark but he possesses many grey ritualistic tattoos. He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scimitar, but if one is not available he will default to his nunchaku. He has silver hair. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Theobald speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Theobald lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Impeccable, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 17000 cp.