Description: A moderately attractive man, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing black cape and mantle trimmed with soft grey waves gently in the breeze. His brown hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his writing with anyone who is interested.

History: Thamior lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: To unite with his brother.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Speaks with a cold

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

Description: He is a pot bellied eastern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a pastel cloak and cross-gartered red stockings. He keeps his silver hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are violet and beady.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. A true patriot, Adran would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Adran was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. 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: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Servant

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 240 pp.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose grey pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His red hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Fivin 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 made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He wears just a blue suit. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His hair is white, silky, and of moderate length. His half smiles and green eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Doctor business.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1100 gp. Gold music box (2000 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1300 gp). Carved bone or ivory statuette (90 gp). Jeweled anklet (2000 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 long and white with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. He is baby faced.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. 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: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 300 gp.