Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his bastard sword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He is portly but not overly obese. His blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Thervan will drive conversation. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. After coming to the age of reason, Thervan took it upon himself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Extrovert, Professionalism, Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 700 gp. Embroidered and bejeweled glove (3000 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (160 gp).

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He very much looks the part of a Stylist. His blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. 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, Nim is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Gifted from a young age, Nim studied abroad. His childhood dream was to be a Ruler, but he was a colossal failure. He struck the Stylist job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a yellow coat. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His auburn hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Beggar. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. In his 17th year, his parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Dreali alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats.

Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Adventurer, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 5000 sp. A silver and pearl hairclip (10 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Fortune-teller. His white hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He has a dull look in his green eyes.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Mindartis will drive conversation. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. He became a Fortune-teller soon after.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Ideals: Extrovert, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 10000 cp.

Description: He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with brown colored cloaks and clothing. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He wears his silver hair up. 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 is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

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. When Korfel reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Secretive. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 3000 gp. Chrysoprase (50 gp). Rhodochrosite (4 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp). Alexandrite (1200 gp). Eye agate (4 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp). Blue sapphire (1200 gp). Malachite (4 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp). Bloodstone (50 gp).