Description: He usually wears his blue robe and has his lance always slung over his shoulder. He carries a battered shield and tarnished lance as well. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. 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. Aust fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 400 pp. Onyx (60 gp). Iolite (60 gp). Deep blue spinel (1300 gp). Zircon (60 gp). Amber (110 gp). Aquamarine (1300 gp). Malachite (15 gp). Amber (110 gp).

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he dresses in grey turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with blue slacks. His red hair is greasy and uncared for. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He receives visions of the future at random moments

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. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Guardian. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Black pearl (400 gp). Hematite (6 gp). Chrysoberyl (80 gp). Malachite (6 gp). Zircon (80 gp). Azurite (6 gp). Red spinel (80 gp). Black pearl (400 gp). Black opal (600 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a bastard sword, but if one is not available he will default to his hand crossbow. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this southern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: A powerful wizard made him what he is. After coming to the age of reason, Thamior took it upon himself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: To be a Server again.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 2000 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1700 gp). Solid gold idol (800 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1700 gp).