Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane, marred by sweets. His blonde hair is thinning but still full. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Thradal speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His psionic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 140 gp. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is dressed in an above average manner. His silver hair, when down, is lengthy. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Justice, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He sports blue clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is chestnut and very short. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Ahvain was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform 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 greedy; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Slave, Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 20 gp. 1 Masterwork Light steel shield.

Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor. He has a long white beard with little hanging trinkets. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

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. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. 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 wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and his religion dominates his actions

Flaws: Disease, Cynical. Bonds: Military, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 900 sp. A roughly beaten golden orb (160 gp).

Description: This petite short woman is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. She wears tattered old clothes, marred by teas. Her golden hair is smooth and relatively long. Her eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Matilda embodies much of what other species detest in the Humans. She is cautious and jumpy. She reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. Like her mother and her sister before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Masseuse. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 700 sp. Red garnet (130 gp).