Description: He is dressed in an above average manner. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He has white hair. His eyes are violet.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Paelias grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Paelias. He bought a falchion and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.

Ideals: Professionalism. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Nature, Slave. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 2000 cp. Amber (120 gp).

Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a black coat. He carries a battered rapier and tarnished bow as well. His hair is white and curly. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: This man loves music and to teach people music more than just about anything. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Valafar was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Professionalism, Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized white coat. His golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Halfling in existence. He has all his life been fascinated with singing.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He has had some formal singing training, and achieved minor success. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Justice, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 40 gp. 2 Antitoxin.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His hair, while still mostly chestnut, has prominent grey streaks. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. After coming to the age of reason, Cockaby took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: Just what you see.