Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He usually wears his pastel robe and has his whip always slung over his shoulder. He has a blonde handlebar mustache and slicked back blonde hair. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is an amazing painter.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. After coming to the age of reason, Raer took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 5000 gp. Solid gold idol (500 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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 keeps his silver hair in a flapper bob. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Forgetful. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 100 pp. Tourmaline (140 gp). Iolite (60 gp). Moss agate (10 gp). Chalcedony (60 gp).

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a tan cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. His hair is long and auburn with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small tan clips. His beard is chestnut, braided, and well cared for. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. 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, Caeldrim is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Bricklayer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Opinionated, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 700 pp. Sard (80 gp). Violet garnet (700 gp). Banded agate (8 gp). 1 Minor magic item.