Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft grey waves gently in the breeze. He carries with him a set of monstrous two handed axes, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He keeps his long chestnut hair kept up in a rat tail. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 89. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: Quarion lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 1400 gp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (140 gp). Jeweled gold crown (7000 gp).

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His hair is chestnut and curly. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To protect his home.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Guardian. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 150 pp. Solid gold idol (500 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (90 gp).

Description: This man stands a little under 5'5" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. His silver hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Ahvain was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Professionalism, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 3000 gp. Black pearl (1600 gp). Black pearl (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is lean but muscular and has a large tan mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his pastel robe. His moppish auburn hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Varis speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Varis was raised in a hard working conservative environment. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Glassblower. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he's in love

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Has a crush, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 1600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His brown hair is greasy and uncared for. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady violet eyes.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Thamior grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Thamior abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He became a Brewer soon after.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.