Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'1". He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs, and his gloved hand is found clutching a dagger. His white hair is cut short. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. When Clerebold reached his early adolescence his Human mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. 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: He has money and likes to spend it; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Philantrophist, Professionalism. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Military. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 25000 sp. 1 Smokesticks. 2 Antitoxin. 2 Antitoxin. 4 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he is well dressed, constantly wearing a black suit, blue shirt, and grey tie. His hair is blonde and very short. His ears are large.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. A freak accident while working with his Layabout mother left him crippled. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Justin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 16000 cp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a grey armored body suit, with a simple black line shooting up and back down. He has styled his brown hair well, parting it to the left. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his top grey hat.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Emotional, Ugly. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His hair is cut close to his head. He has a dull look in his brown eyes.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Ralf is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Ralf was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Fighter, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Fighter in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Ralf abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Joker, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears just a black suit. His tied-back hair is golden. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 91. 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 is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born in the south to a Spy, Solomon learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. 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. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Mentor. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 300 gp.