Description: He is scrawny and has patchy chestnut stubble. He is dressed in a clean white cloak covering his clean studded leather. He has a hunchback. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Drogo has worked very hard to control his curse. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 20000 cp. 1 Breastplate. 1 Darkwood Buckler. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He is renowned for his bright blue suits and hats. His brown hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Flaws: Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Criminal record, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 300 gp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (600 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (600 gp). 1 Everburning torch.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a brown shirt with thin white vertical stripes and grey pants. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He takes great joy in being the best Priest in town.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Priest responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 17000 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears long strands of amber and short black dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Mortician but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 7000 cp. A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (50 gp). 2 Smokesticks.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose yellow pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Mercenary hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he is content

Flaws: Insomniac, Cynical, Selfish, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.