Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His blonde hair is heavily combed to the left. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his small blue hat.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Beggar born in the past three hundred years. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Rael was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Wizard, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Wizard in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To be a Merchant again; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Has a crush, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 100 pp. Blue quartz (15 gp). Deep green spinel (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a brown coat over a white low-cut shirt, and a top hat upon his head. His tied-back hair is white. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by dire rats. Gennal was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the dire rats.

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

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 3000 gp. Solid gold idol (800 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (900 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (6000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp).

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He wears his red hair down. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Born in the north to a Mortician, Erevan learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Mortician. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Mortician for the past few years.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to be a brewer again

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 4000 gp. Embroidered and bejeweled glove (1000 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (160 gp).