Description: A 5'0" northern man, he wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His hair is black and curly. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. 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 a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Paelias took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up bastard sword and armor he uses now. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Crown-heir for the past few years.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Nature, Job. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 7000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Erdan 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 Erdan. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 900 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1000 gp). Jeweled anklet (2000 gp).

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a bastard sword, but if one is not available he will default to his flail. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Thervan was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Thervan's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 8000 gp. Sapphire pendant on gold chain (800 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (600 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (3000 gp). Old masterpiece painting (600 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (90 gp). Solid gold idol (800 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp). Jeweled anklet (3000 gp). Jeweled anklet (3000 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (3000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (90 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (600 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (90 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (600 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (90 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (600 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (5000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (5000 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man is typically in his Locksmith uniform and is in decent physical shape. He has chestnut hair. He has several tiny ruby earrings on each ear.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Born in the west to a Locksmith, Fivin learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Locksmith responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Gifted, Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He wears a violet shirt, with a brown mid length shorts with brown tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His head has been shaved. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush, Religious, Criminal record. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 12000 sp. Gold music box (3000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2700 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (40 gp).