Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'6". He dresses like a well dressed Marshal does, and his gloved hand is found clutching a longbow. His golden hair has been sun bleached extensively. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Godfrey hails from a village terrorized by drow. 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. Godfrey took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up longbow and armor he uses now. Being a Marshal kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

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 many drow want him driven away

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Job, Criminal record, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Marshal

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

Possessions: 23000 cp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears baggy black pantaloons and a white scarf. He has moderate length white hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He got into the Weaver business at a young age. In his 15th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He has worked as a Weaver like his mother before him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane, Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 2900 sp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with grey lining and desert motifs. His black hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has shaved his head bald. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Charles was born with his father's beautiful face. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He prefers to wear green pants and tee shirts. He is bald on top and has large silver tufts of hair around his ears. He has a dull look in his brown eyes.

Personality: He is a Stylist first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He has all his life been fascinated with music.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Stylist.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 20 pp.