Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is dressed in earthy colors with a brown and pastel handkerchief worn on his left side. He wears his white hair down. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Berrian speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Berrian was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Berrian decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he's in love

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Bonds: Religious, Criminal record, Has a crush. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 1900 gp.

Description: He usually wears his black robe and has his sword always slung over his shoulder. His black hair is unkempt and raggedy. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his poetry with anyone who is interested.

History: Born to a Fortune-teller, his mother struggled to pay the bills. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and doesn't want to be a detective and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Philantrophist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 70 pp. Jade (100 gp). Rock crystal (80 gp). Sard (80 gp). Deep green spinel (100 gp). Jasper (80 gp). Lapis lazuli (5 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp).

Description: This light-skinned male wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his mace with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His black hair is knotted and matted. He has several tiny topaz earrings on each ear.

Personality: Fivin hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Fivin was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Artistic, Impeccable. Bonds: Rich, Military, Family. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 1700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He wears his red hair up. His eyes are violet and beady.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Flaws: Ugly, Selfish, Hedonist. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 1100 gp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1800 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 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 hair is always cut to a buzz. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Thamior was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. After a long history of fighting, Thamior and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic, Lazy. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 11000 sp. Aquamarine (1100 gp).