Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a red coat. He is physically well-built. His hair is golden and very short. His eyes are likewise blue. 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. As he has aged he has sought to do reparations for his actions as a youth. He is also making sure that his compatriots who never received punishment for their crimes are brought to justice.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day.

Ideals: Joker, Justice, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 900 gp. Obsidian (14 gp).

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His long golden hair reaches down to his waist. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He has all his life been fascinated with singing.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the west. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 12000 sp.

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His blonde hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. 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: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 220 pp.

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 wears blue painted combat armor at almost all times. His black hair is matted, messy, and big. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. After a long history of fighting, Riardon and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 4000 sp. Zircon (80 gp). Aquamarine (1400 gp). Eye agate (8 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears tattered old clothes. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His red hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. 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, Paelias is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Gifted, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Military. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 80000 cp.