Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a grey shirt, with a green mid length shorts with green tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. This gray eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Marshal work with an outfit from a few towns over. Marshal work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He became a Marshal soon after.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and balancing his hectic life and new marshal responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Mundane, Insomniac. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 60000 cp. Alexandrite (900 gp). Chalcedony (40 gp).

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy white hair. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

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. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. During his travels, Koeth and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Koeth discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Koeth fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Joker, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 170 pp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He tends to wear a white poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His hair is blonde and curly. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Weaver born in the past three hundred years. 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: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Weaver for hire.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Pink pearl (50 gp). Amber (50 gp). Pink pearl (50 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He wears a feathered hat to hide his balding. His eyes are amber.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. 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, Berrian is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He has achieved small success as a Tailor.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to be a seamstress again

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Job. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 100 pp. Smoky quartz (40 gp). Sardonyx (40 gp). Aquamarine (1300 gp). Rhodochrosite (16 gp). Violet garnet (1300 gp). Lapis lazuli (16 gp). Silver pearl (150 gp). Smoky quartz (40 gp). Blue quartz (16 gp). Deep blue spinel (1300 gp).

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears green painted combat armor at almost all times. He has no hair. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 1400 gp. Violet garnet (1600 gp). Chalcedony (30 gp). Bloodstone (30 gp). Iolite (30 gp).