Description: He wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered tan stockings. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His silver hair and beard is wavy and long. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Quarion was born with his mother's beautiful face. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Quarion fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 210 pp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He got into the Beggar business at a young age. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and expand his business

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Religious, Job. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 8000 sp.

Description: This man wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple green line shooting up and back down, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has shaved his head bald. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: Tharivol was born with his father's beautiful face. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. Being a Painter kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 1500 gp. Malachite (8 gp). Chrysoprase (40 gp). Rhodochrosite (8 gp). Silver pearl (50 gp). Violet garnet (400 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1300 gp). Black pearl (400 gp). Star rose quartz (40 gp).

Description: He wears black painted combat armor at almost all times, and carries lances. He wears his red hair up. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Thervan is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Guard arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed, Shy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears an entirely brown suit with grey socks and a vest with buckled shoes. With bright silver hair and a scraggly beard. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his feathered brown hat.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing writing.

History: Born in the west to a Shipwright, Uthemar learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Uthemar liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he has a crush on the local jeweler

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 300 gp. Bloodstone (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.