Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He stands about 6'3" and tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His brown hair is cut short. His skin is flawless and his gray eyes scan people very quickly.

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 uses divination through singing.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. After coming to the age of reason, Theodoric took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears dull brown sweaters, loose white pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed greataxe, just in case. He wears his silver hair up. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines green.

Personality: Wymar speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Bowyer profession.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Human companion (his 'brother'). He struck the Barkeep job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: To be a Bowyer again; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 16000 cp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. His hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. His martial abilities were realized during a raid on his village. After a long history of fighting, Patrick and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To protect his home.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Poor. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a tight fitting blue shirt and pants. He is an epitome of beauty. His black hair is still thick. 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 can speak with the recently deceased. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: Arnold was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Weaver they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Body Guard, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 1 Half-Plate.