Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is wearing a tight brown one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes are gray and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. A true patriot, Wymar would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. 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: To unite with his brother; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Military, Rich, Family. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He dresses in tan turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with white slacks. He is an epitome of beauty. His silver hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. His half smiles and blue eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

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. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He moved out south to avoid the crime he committed. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Flaws: Cynical, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 2100 sp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears bulky violet painted plate armor. His black hair is greasy and uncared for. He has green eyes.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Expand his business; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and is wearing a long, brown, dusty cloak. His moppish silver hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His green eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 30. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 30000 cp. 4 Holy water.

Description: He stands about 6'2" and is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing grey cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Marshal arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He has had some formal music training, and achieved minor success. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Artistic, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 200 gp.