Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his hand crossbow with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His golden hair is unkempt and raggedy. He has gray eyes.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. 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. 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.

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: Just what you see.

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 prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His head has been shaved. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: He is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He keeps his long blonde hair kept up in a rat tail. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Slave. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 2000 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with top hat. His chestnut hair is unkempt and raggedy. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He is an amazing painter.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing green cape and mantle trimmed with soft violet waves gently in the breeze, marred by chocolates. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Ralf will drive conversation. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Born in the west to a Roofer, Ralf learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. 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: To be a Assassin again; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Extrovert, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 40000 cp. 2 Thunderstones. 4 Acid flasks. 4 Acid flasks.