Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a tight fitting blue shirt and pants. His white hair has been sun bleached extensively. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. Because his father participated in the massacre of their homeland, giants burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the south, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his mother from journeying south to reunite his family. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Revenge.

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 400 sp. Obsidian (14 gp).

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: He dresses well, wearing brown shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His blonde hair is lengthy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Rurik took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up longsword and armor he uses now. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Insane, Cynical, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 20 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: She tends to wear a black poncho over her likewise colored trousers and shirt. She carries a battered scimitar and tarnished bastard sword as well. Her dark red hair, when down, is lengthy. Her half smiles and silver eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.

History: The child of a Marshal, who enjoyed hunting, Azza was taken on many hunting expeditions. There was a wharf not far from home where she often wandered off to fish. 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. Azza fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Nature. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, she wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). Her blonde hair is knotted and matted. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: She is filled with cunning. She likes to feign weakness letting people think she is weak. Further she is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: A powerful brothel owner made her what she is. 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. She guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: A rival would like her out of the picture; and she possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Flaws: Secretive, Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Baker

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 300 gp.