Description: 5'9" and muscular, this southern man is well dressed, constantly wearing a black suit, tan shirt, and blue tie. He has dyed his greying silver hair a little too much giving a sharp silver color. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. A friendly and beautiful Human, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

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. After coming to the age of reason, Wymar took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was granted arcane powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Athletic, Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he tends to wear a brown poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His chestnut hair is smooth and relatively long. He is baby faced.

Personality: Theobald hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his singing career. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

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 always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and expand his business

Ideals: Artistic, Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His tan leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars, marred by chocolates. He has wavy silver hair. 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 loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Kody was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

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

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Impulsive. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 800 sp. Finely wrought small gold bracelet (100 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Solid gold idol (400 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

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 professional attire. Sporting a auburn mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Ralf will drive conversation. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: Ralf was born with his father's beautiful face. 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.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 300 gp. Lapis lazuli (4 gp). Golden yellow topaz (900 gp). Freshwater pearl (4 gp).

Description: He is typically in his Adventurer uniform. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He has styled his blonde hair well, parting it to the right. He has amber eyes and a green hat with a blue feather.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Everard is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Everard grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Adventurer and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 1100 sp.