Description: A middle-aged man, he is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest, and is pretty ugly. His blonde hair is braided into rings. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Fearful, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: Carnelian (70 gp).

Description: He wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a trident, but if one is not available he will default to his pickaxe. He carries with him a set of pickaxes, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. With a patchy brown beard and wild brown hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray 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 receives visions of the future at random moments

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. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and revenge

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 400 gp. Pink pearl (150 gp).

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy black stubble. He wears skinny pants and wears a violet and brown robe with the hood down. He has a hunchback. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. 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: Money/treasure; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 2300 sp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is renowned for his bright violet suits and hats. His blonde hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. Adelard is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: Adelard was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Adelard was born on a far southern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Merchant. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Merchant and was forced into it by his family; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Family, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 200 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (400 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Solid gold idol (400 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 long strands of ruby and short green dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His red hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. 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 will rave to anyone who will listen. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. 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; and money/treasure

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: Just what you see.