Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He is physically well-built. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 60 pp. Bloodstone (50 gp). Carnelian (50 gp). 2 Acid flasks. 1 Smokesticks. 1 Thunderstones.

Description: This late middle aged man wears dull violet sweaters, loose blue pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed bastard sword, just in case and is in decent physical shape. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are blue.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Clerebold has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: A deep hatred of goblins; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Impeccable, Athletic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He wears his auburn hair up in a very large beehive style do. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Tim speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. 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, Tim is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears long strands of aquamarine and short brown dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He is portly but not overly obese. He sports a long brown beard, and similarly colored long hair. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of gnolls once and for all.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered music. He has never given up on his music dream.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Military. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 13000 cp.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His hair is golden and very short. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Gifted from a young age, Percival studied abroad. His martial abilities were realized during a raid on his village. Some 4 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Percival never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 100 gp.