Description: He is scrawny and has patchy white stubble. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has a hunchback. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Frederick fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Rich. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 300 gp. A roughly beaten golden orb (40 gp).

Description: He dresses like a well dressed Interpreter does. He has a white handlebar mustache and slicked back white hair. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

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 druidic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He has worked as a Interpreter like his father before him.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Shy, Racist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 20000 sp. Obsidian (4 gp). Sard (50 gp). Iolite (50 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized tan coat. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Heward reached his early adolescence his Human father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 200 gp. 5 Acid flasks. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: He has a missing right leg. He wears a grey Stetson hat and grey clothes. His auburn hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and he has a crush on the local shoemaker

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Has a crush, Nature, Job, Family. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 16000 cp. 1 Silk rope. 1 Superior lock. 1 Silk rope.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of silver, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is silver, braided, and well cared for. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker black hat.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Sage profession.

History: Percival was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Gardener hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and balancing his hectic life and new gardener responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Impeccable, Persistence. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 400 gp. Eye agate (16 gp). Red garnet (40 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.