Description: He wears a tight fitting yellow shirt and pants. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His brown hair is lengthy. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He hates Half-Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He found a children's book about a Half-Elf Sorcerer who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 1600 sp.

Description: He has a large red mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his yellow robe. He wears a Stetson hat to cover his moderate length white hair. His eyes are violet and beady.

Personality: This man loves poetry and to teach people poetry more than just about anything. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: Gildmak hails from a village terrorized by illithids. After coming to the age of reason, Gildmak took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. Some 9 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Gildmak never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge.

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love, Enemies. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His silver hair is singed and shortened. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the north. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 70 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This man is well dressed, constantly wearing a green suit, blue shirt, and brown tie. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His hair is brown, silky, and of moderate length. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He has all his life been fascinated with singing.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. His first spouse was a Actor, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and doesn't want to be a hunter and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Passionate, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Family. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: Just what you see.