Description: She is of a modest build and height, but she carries herself more imposing than she is. She wears a large hat to cast shadows over her face and wears ponchos to better hide her body. She wears her black hair down. Her blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with her opinion, she thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, she can get violently argumentative. She lacks restraint and is impulsive. She jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Born to a Architect, her mother struggled to pay the bills. Since her mother passed away years ago, her father 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 hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: To prove her worth to the world; and many drow want her driven away

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Disease, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 4 Smokesticks.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He tends to wear a large black jacket. His copper crest, when down, is lengthy. His eyes are likewise gold. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Pijjirik isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dragonborn unity. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was born into a rich family. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Religious, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty blue coat over it, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'7" when asserting himself. He sports a long black beard, and similarly colored long hair. He has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

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

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He bought a longbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his scythe with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Robert never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

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

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, In love, Criminal record. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

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 wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has dyed his greying brown hair a little too much giving a sharp brown color. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his feathered white hat.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Banker arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Ozyman was born on a far northern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Banker. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 400 sp. Carved bone or ivory statuette (100 gp).