Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He has done his best to style his silver hair to look like a famous performer. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Hunter they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Architect, and he later adopted a second son.

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

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Mentor. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Just what you see.

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. He has styled his blonde hair well, parting it to the right. This green eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Berrian hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born in a small island village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Berrian took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up monstrous two handed axe and armor he uses now. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Artistic, Gifted. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 700 gp. Rose (40 gp).

Description: He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of silver, and is pulled back with small blue clips. His beard is silver, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are likewise gray. 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 does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He was granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and to pay off his debts

Ideals: Gifted, Extrovert, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 1800 gp. Rock crystal (80 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1100 gp). Golden pearl (150 gp).

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His white hair is long and unkept. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1600 gp.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He has dyed his greying golden hair a little too much giving a sharp golden color. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the south. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Berrian grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Berrian. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by goblins. Berrian was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the goblins.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he wants revenge against goblins

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1300 gp.