Description: A 6'3" eastern man, he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He has wavy silver hair. His eyes are blue.

Personality: Gomory speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Gomory was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and balancing his hectic life and new ruler responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Religious, Poor, Job, Guardian. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 100 gp. Malachite (14 gp).

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 wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his sai with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

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. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the west. He moved out east to avoid the crime he committed. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact.

Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork Light steel shield.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a blue cloak and cross-gartered red stockings. His hair is auburn, silky, and of moderate length. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Hedonist, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Magnifying glass.

Description: This man is very fat, and likes to wear black tank tops with pastel pants. His black hair is cut short. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Balimaar has worked very hard to control his curse. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

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

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Addict. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears a grey coat over a pastel low-cut shirt, and a wide-brimmed hat upon his head, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'1" when asserting himself. He wears his chestnut hair up in a very large beehive style do. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Marshal responsibilities is difficult; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Greedy, Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.