Description: This slender man stands about 6'4". He wears a simple black robe with brown stripes complete with hood. His hair is auburn and very short. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

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. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Mercenary profession.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. After coming to the age of reason, Anselm took it upon himself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 2 years.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Mentor. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument. 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Crowbar.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears silk and lounges about seductively. His long golden hair reaches down to his waist. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: Charles was born with his father's beautiful face. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and to get a good night's sleep

Flaws: Addict, Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: 6'4" and muscular, this northern man wears a red vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his red boots flare out at the collars. His red hair is braided into rings. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. In his youth he was a Bookbinder, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Balimaar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a tan coat over a yellow low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon his head. His red hair is greasy and uncared for. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. As he has aged he has sought to do reparations for his actions as a youth. He is also making sure that his compatriots who never received punishment for their crimes are brought to justice.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: 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; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 37000 sp. Black pearl (400 gp). Jade (40 gp). Amethyst (40 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears many layers of old clothing at all times. Sporting a golden mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Bricklayer. 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 is content; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 2900 sp.