Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep pastel leather and dull yellow iron scale mail. He keeps his long auburn hair kept up in a rat tail. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Dayereth was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Dayereth was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. During his travels, Dayereth and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Dayereth discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Dayereth fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and balancing his hectic life and new stylist responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Disease, Impulsive. Bonds: Adventurer, Military, Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 500 pp. Moss agate (15 gp). Obsidian (15 gp). Deep blue spinel (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His white hair is smooth and relatively long. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Tharivol was born with his father's beautiful face. A serious injury left his father unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm father. 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: Further expansion of business; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Opinionated, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Debt, Job. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 2000 gp. Golden yellow topaz (900 gp). Chrysoberyl (90 gp). Malachite (12 gp).

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a rapier on his belt. He has a very tight haircut. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born into a rich family. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Unemployed. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: Lapis lazuli (11 gp). Rock crystal (40 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (11 gp). Peridot (40 gp). Malachite (11 gp). Banded agate (11 gp). Black opal (600 gp). Deep blue spinel (900 gp). Red-brown spinel (70 gp).