Description: An older man who typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull green iron scale mail, he is not a threatening figure. He wears his black hair down. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

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. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Logical, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 100 gp. Obsidian (4 gp). Smoky quartz (20 gp).

Description: 5'7" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He usually wears his tan robe and has his shortspear always slung over his shoulder. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He has several tiny jet earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 500 gp. Jet (80 gp). Red-brown spinel (80 gp). Jet (80 gp).

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman, marred by chocolates. His long golden hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.

Personality: He is a Stableman first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Stableman for hire.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Job, Nature. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This man wears white trousers with black and tan striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has styled his silver hair well, parting it to the right. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: To be a Mayor again; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Flaws: Addict, Lazy. Bonds: Nature, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Light wooden shield. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears red robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a crossbow, but if one is not available he will default to his flail. His blonde hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

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 tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Human conditions. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Addict, Cynical. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 100 gp.