Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears suspenders and grey workpants. His shirt is green, and he wears a heavy grey leather apron most of the time. With bright auburn hair and a scraggly beard. His brown eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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 Marshal. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Athletic, Pacifist, Logical, Fighting. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He has done his best to style his white hair to look like a famous performer. 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 is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He comes from a rich western family. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist, Justice. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He tends to wear a tan poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He has moderate length red hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: Reynard hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his painting career. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. He has had some formal painting training, and achieved minor success. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it. His hair is chestnut and curly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

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. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the west were limited. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to be a assassin again

Ideals: Gifted, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he very much looks the part of a Weaver. His red hair is thinning but still full. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Weaver born in the past three hundred years. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when drow swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He became a Weaver soon after.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and revenge

Flaws: Disease, Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 39000 sp.