Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears dull black sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed kukri, just in case. He is bald on top and has large red tufts of hair around his ears. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

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. His parents enrolled him in a Wizard school at a young age so that he could practice his druidic talents. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Fearful. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 100 pp.

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears a tan vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His red leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his tan boots flare out at the collars. His golden hair is still thick. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He got into the Sellsword business at a young age. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Sellsword for hire.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Shy, Forgetful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 5000 sp. Embroidered and bejeweled glove (3000 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (130 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (600 gp). A small bag of saffron. (50 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1500 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (50 gp).

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He prefers to wear black clothing when he does not wear armor. His white hair is smooth and relatively long. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 43. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Tharivol was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: Jasper (80 gp). Emerald (1000 gp).