Description: This dark-skinned male is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. This hazel eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

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 Elf in existence. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Naill is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Justice, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: Jet (100 gp).

Description: With green face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. With a patchy chestnut beard and wild chestnut hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He's also a talented Carter, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and expand his business

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Rich, Debt. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears suspenders and red workpants. His shirt is white, and he wears a heavy red leather apron most of the time, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 3'4" when asserting himself. His moppish auburn hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Halfling conditions. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and half-elven compassion

Flaws: Terse, Impulsive, Disease, Racist. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 360 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This man wears rags and sports a simple walking cane, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. His red eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Damakos was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. 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 Marshal. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Persistence. Flaws: Addict, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 60 gp.