Description: He wears a white cloak and cross-gartered tan stockings. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He has styled his white hair well, parting it to the right. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. 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, Guy is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Mercenary arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Human activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Human doctor. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 6'1" and is well dressed, constantly wearing a violet suit, tan shirt, and green tie. He keeps his long golden hair kept up in a rat tail. His half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. His parents enrolled him in a Fighter school at a young age so that he could practice his divine talents. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His long auburn hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Randal was born the youngest of three triplets. He has had some formal dancing training, and achieved minor success. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Rich. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1600 sp.

Description: He has a large grey mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his black robe, and he perpetually has his mace ready. His head has been shaved. He has violet eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Rolf grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Rolf. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Impulsive. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Banded mail.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His hair is silver, silky, and of moderate length. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: A powerful wizard made him what he is. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Balimaar took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and retire the richest man in the west

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Server

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 16000 cp.