Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a tan vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His violet leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his tan boots flare out at the collars. His hair is golden and very short. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Norman was born the youngest of three triplets. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. 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: An old rival family wants him found.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Rich. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He stands about 5'10" and wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His black hair is still thick. His eyes are brown.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He worked as a nervous Fortune-teller and found it very stressful. He was granted divine powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Merchant; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Job, Slave, Has a crush. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 10 pp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he has a large tan mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his green robe. With a patchy auburn beard and wild auburn hair. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Assassin arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Shane was orphaned to a temple shortly after his birth. He was raised by the temple staff to care always for others above himself and to hold his god always in his heart. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears long strands of opal and short green dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His brown hair is knotted and matted. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Lance will drive conversation. The war was a terrible time for him, and Lance does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Slurs words

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

Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He carries a battered greataxe and tarnished halberd as well. He has styled his red hair well, parting it to the right. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

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. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Wymar was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Some 2 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Wymar never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: In love, Mentor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Masterwork studded leather.