Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears brown leather gloves, a brown jacket, and tight pants. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Being born in the south, 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 south 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 east. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Persistence, Logical. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs, and carries shortspears. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Reynard was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. 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's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Philantrophist. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: Just what you see.

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 red hair is knotted and matted. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Born to a Mercenary, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Percival took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Religious, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 16000 cp.

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. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Arnold embodies much of what other species detest in the Humans. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Merchant. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Arnold fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 13000 cp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with feathered hat. His long red hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His childhood dream was to be a Ruler, but he was a colossal failure. He has achieved small success as a Architect.

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

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Military, Job. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 200 gp. Blue quartz (15 gp). Emerald (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item.