Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His gold crest is long and unkept. His gold eyes peer out from beneath his broad black hat.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. Being a Laborer kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 5000 cp. 1 Good lock.

Description: He wears a white vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his white boots flare out at the collars. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He has moderate length golden hair. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Adventurer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When Rûkdûg reached his early adolescence his Half-Orc father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Rich. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 700 sp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ivellios fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Professionalism, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Insane. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a fancy black suit. His silver hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He bought a ceremonial dagger and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Her white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. She has hazel eyes.

Personality: She is intelligent and cunning, but she will too often allow her rage to get the better of her. She will lose her cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. The war was a terrible time for her, and Kansif does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: She was born several months after her mother was called into army service. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her mother gained full cudstody. She was regularly beaten by her mother, who blamed her for driving them apart. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Kansif fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 1800 sp. 1 Darkwood Buckler.