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 is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing pastel cape and mantle trimmed with soft grey waves gently in the breeze. His hair is short and auburn. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with singing. He constantly tries to fill his life with singing. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His first spouse was a Armorer, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Scribe and was forced into it by his family; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Bonds: Rich, Job, Family. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His chestnut hair has been sun bleached extensively. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

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. 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, Trym is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears dark leathers with embroidery. His auburn hair is singed and shortened. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Philantrophist, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 80 pp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'4". He wears a worn and beaten armor, and his gloved hand is found clutching a bastard sword. His red hair is greasy and uncared for. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Through the years after Gilbert was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Gilbert's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Gilbert fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 500 sp. 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His auburn hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Gerard isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Gerard was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He always admired druidic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 20000 cp.