Description: He wears tattered old clothes. His red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. While he appears to be a normal Tiefling, 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. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Qemuel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Passionate, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his crossbow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. His silver hair is heavily combed to the right. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his feathered tan hat.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Raer has worked very hard to control his curse. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: Standing 3'4", this man is dressed in an above average manner. His moppish silver hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his amber eyes.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing music.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. A gifted student he started as a Priest, but he got bored and became a Ruler. He tends to his Ruler job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Job. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She is renowned for her bright white dresses and hats. Her brown hair is braided into rings. Her eyes are likewise brown. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: She never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. She is kind towards other women and children and will generally offer women help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to her.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Vorka was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. She was one of the best in her class, and was picked up by her current employer. She quickly showed her capability and was soon promoted to a head role. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Armorer.

Motivation: She seems to be bored by most things; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Mentor, Job. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 100 sp. Citrine (40 gp).