Description: He is a mite stocky and typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep tan leather and dull grey iron scale mail. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length silver hair. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. Through the years after Quarion was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Quarion's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Gnomish compassion; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Justice, Impeccable. Flaws: Racist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 2200 sp.

Description: She dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over her head. She carries with her a set of shortbows, each one with a jet on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her orange fur is greasy and uncared for. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: The woman has a huge range of feeling. She will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how she will be a better person from this day on. She seeks to pay back kindness whenever she gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip she always seeks to do solids for her friends.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and she wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Emotional. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 1700 sp. 1 Bullseye lantern.

Description: A woman of a pale complexion, she prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. She carries her fan with her everywhere and carries herself as the perfect lady. Her moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Her eyes are hazel and beady.

Personality: She is envious of other's things. She hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that she so desires. She passes on several rewards to people in need. She makes a point to leave places better than she found them.

History: Heir to a fortune, her parents put a great deal of effort into curing her disease. She was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. Her spouse died of illness and she inherited everything. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and she has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1700 sp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is wearing a long, tan, dusty cloak. He wears his chestnut hair up. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Crown-heir. 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: To clean up the streets; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Rich, Job, Guardian. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Her blonde hair is heavily combed to the left. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: In the realm of puns, she cannot help herself. She feels obliged to make them. She pushes her goals aggressively. She is also a coward if confronted.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. 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. 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. Myathethil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She is terrified, and will act out of fear; and she is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 2900 sp. 2 Alchemist’s fire. 3 Tanglefoot bags. 1 Everburning torch.