Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a black tunic with white highlights, and long brown pants that bunch up around his shoes. His silver hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His eyes are likewise silver.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Qemuel isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tiefling unity. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Joker, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Addict. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Orcs. His skin is dark but he possesses many green ritualistic tattoos. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His hair is chestnut, silky, and of moderate length. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his broad black hat.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. A freak accident while working with his Fisher mother left him crippled. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Impulsive, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This dark-skinned male wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. He wears a top hat to cover his moderate length black hair. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Half-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 remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Mundane, Shy, Insane. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: This woman stands a little under 5'0" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She wears many layers of old clothing at all times. She sports auburn long hair. She has green eyes.

Personality: She is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of her strength. She works very hard to maintain that gentleness. She will do just about anything if she becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this she is easily convinced.

History: Born in the south to a Crown-heir, Theirastra learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. Like her mother and her sister before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Crown-heir. She struck the Crown-heir job and began her own company from there.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush, Job. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: She wears just a brown suit. She carries with her a set of clubs, each one with a emerald on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. She keeps her orange fur in a pixie cut. Her blue eyes peer out from beneath her wide-brimmed brown hat.

Personality: She is a sleazy, sleazy gal. She has no qualms about using her powers of suggestion to get people to do what she wants. Despite her manner, she is extremely passionate and proud of her job, and she prides herself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. Trail abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. She's also a talented Miner, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 5000 cp.