Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a simple brown robe with pastel stripes complete with hood. His auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 1800 sp. 1 Buckler.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His green crest is knotted and matted. He has gleaming, smiling gold eyes.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. After a long history of fighting, Tarhun and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Slave. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is dressed in earthy colors with a red and black handkerchief worn on his left side. He has a long chestnut beard with little hanging trinkets. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. In his youth he was a Mercenary, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Terse, PTSD. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'2" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized blue coat. He is bald on top and has large black tufts of hair around his ears. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of drow may trigger it at times.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. 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: Someone believes him a fraud; and many drow want him driven away

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 8000 cp.

Description: She wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around her neck, and a hammer on her belt. She carries with her a set of hammers on her belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. Her white fur is still thick. Her blue eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: She is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks her mind. She is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Ostracized due to the arcane powers of her oldest brother, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Tabaxis became a terror of the countryside. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Military, Mentor. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: Just what you see.