Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty pastel coat over it, and he perpetually has his shortspear ready. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small pastel clips. His beard is chestnut, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His psionic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his monstrous two handed axe with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He carries with him a set of monstrous two handed axes on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His skin is flawless and his green eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the north. 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. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aldous fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 200 gp. Iolite (60 gp). Amber (90 gp). Banded agate (4 gp).

Description: He is wearing a tight green one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape, and carries clubs. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

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 enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Fisher work with an outfit from a few towns over. Fisher work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is content; and to be a tailor again

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated, Logical. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This light-skinned male wears a simple violet robe with blue stripes complete with hood. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His martial abilities were realized during a raid on his village. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Fearful. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 2200 sp.

Description: He stands about 6'3" and wears a tattered pair of loose grey pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is cut close to his head. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Gifted from a young age, Clerebold studied abroad. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He was granted divine powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: Just what you see.