Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He typically wears brown cloth garments or leather armor, marred by teas. He has a long chestnut beard with little hanging trinkets. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He is an amazing painter.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has achieved small success as a Assassin.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Military, Rich. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 1100 sp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he prefers to wear brown clothing when he does not wear armor. His chestnut hair is greasy and uncared for. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. His psionic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. During his travels, Arnold and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Arnold discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Arnold fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: With yellow face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears long strands of ruby and short white dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He wears his chestnut hair up. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

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 is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Human people; and he is greedy

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Racist, PTSD. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He very much looks the part of a Ruler. His hair is short and white. His ears are large.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Solomon will drive conversation. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing writing.

History: Solomon was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. A gifted student he started as a Sellsword, but he got bored and became a Ruler. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Ruler.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Extrovert, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 1100 sp.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His red hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. 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 hates brigands. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Clerebold has worked very hard to control his curse. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Human compassion.

Flaws: Insomniac, Racist, Disease. Bonds: In love, Enemies. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: Just what you see.