Description: A pudgy man standing about 2'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it. His hair is blonde and curly. He has a dull look in his green eyes.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). 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: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 80 gp. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: He wears a brown coat over a white low-cut shirt, and a top hat upon his head, and carries pickaxes. His white fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. 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, Trail is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Brewer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature pickaxe.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 800 sp. Iolite (30 gp).

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 6'5" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath her coat. Her red hair is heavily combed to the left. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from her. She is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Tiefling in existence. She tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Seere was born with her father's beautiful face. Since her father passed away years ago, her mother had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. Since then, she has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: She's in love; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Justice, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 700 sp.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His blonde hair is long and unkept. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. While he appears to be a normal Elf, 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. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He sports pastel clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His long red fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Farmer they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Scribe, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and to reunite with his absent father

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Lazy, Disease. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 1500 sp.