Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He is portly but not overly obese. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Lucan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Extrovert, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 2000 gp. Banded agate (13 gp). Silver pearl (160 gp). Amethyst (160 gp). Amber (160 gp). Violet garnet (1400 gp).

Description: He wears a white armored body suit, with a simple red line shooting up and back down. He carries a battered sai and tarnished sickle as well. His long black hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Hadarai was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. 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: He is greedy.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 4000 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1300 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (6000 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (80 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'9". He prefers to wear tan pants and tee shirts, and his gloved hand is found clutching a bastard sword. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy red hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 77. 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 a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Banker responsibilities is difficult; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane, Addict. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 5000 gp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (140 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp).