Description: He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He sports a flattop hair cut. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Weaver arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He tends to his Weaver job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 1000 sp. Amethyst (50 gp). Eye agate (8 gp). Violet garnet (600 gp). Obsidian (8 gp).

Description: This malnourished man is well dressed, constantly wearing a white suit, black shirt, and brown tie. He has a very tight haircut. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 100 gp. A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (140 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears an entirely blue suit with yellow socks and a vest with buckled shoes. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His auburn hair is lengthy. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Percival was born the youngest of three triplets. 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. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Percival fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To unite with his brother.

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Bonds: Slave, Nature, Family. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Breastplate.

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 dresses in black turtlenecks beneath a grey coat with pastel slacks. His golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Banded agate (13 gp). Pink pearl (80 gp). Freshwater pearl (13 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 6'1" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He usually wears his white robe and has his halberd always slung over his shoulder. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He hates Humans with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born into a rich family. Bertram was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Bertram decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. After months of barely getting by, Bertram managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 200 gp.