Description: He wears a blue cloak and cross-gartered grey stockings. He carries a battered scythe and tarnished bastard sword as well. He has dyed his greying brown hair a little too much giving a sharp brown color. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 92. 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 a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Sage arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. 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: Money/treasure; and human compassion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Insane, Racist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 70 pp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This fat eastern man has a bulbous nose and is wearing a long, black cloak. His skin is also unnaturally pale. With bright blonde hair and a scraggly beard. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

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 is an amazing painter.

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. 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 has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Human compassion; and retire the richest man in the east

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Insane, Racist. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His chestnut hair is matted, messy, and big. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 200 gp. Azurite (8 gp). Black pearl (900 gp). Zircon (70 gp). Aquamarine (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is dressed in a clean brown cloak covering his clean studded leather. He carries a battered bow and tarnished dagger as well. His golden hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Gerald is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert, Joker. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His blonde hair is lengthy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: Frederick 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. 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Flaws: Insane, Sensitive. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: Just what you see.