Description: She is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. Her brown hair is thinning but still full. Her hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She likes to brag about her accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. She has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Felosial was born on a far western plains where she grew up under the tutelage of her mother, an expert Dilettante. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by brigands. Felosial was horrified and prayed that her father was alright. However, she heard that her father had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and a deep hatred of brigands

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 150 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: A woman with a cold, calculating air about her, she wears a tan vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her tan boots flare out at the collars. She has a very tight haircut. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady amber eyes.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Valanthe isn't afraid of most anything. She has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. She keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to her own.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. Ostracized due to the divine powers of her oldest brother, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. She was granted divine powers by her dying brother.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for her

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears bulky black painted plate armor. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He wears a colorful flower in his scarlet crest. His gold eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Dwarven culture. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Ildrex was born on a far northern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Shepherd. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 110 gp. 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: He is in excellent shape and is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing white cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze. He has styled his blonde hair well, parting it to the right. He is baby faced.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family He moved out west to avoid the crime he committed. Being a Marshal 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 money/treasure

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 3000 cp. 3 Smokesticks.

Description: She is a mite stocky and is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. She wears her auburn hair up. Her gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Sybil isn't afraid of most anything. She has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. She is a bit of a macho woman and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. In her 14th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her father impaled in their home, and her mother beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Sybil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: Just what you see.