Description: He is a husky man, who likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His hair is auburn and very short. He wears large thick round spectacles.

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. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Beloril is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: The child of a Gardener, who enjoyed hunting, Beloril was taken on many hunting expeditions. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice, Impeccable. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 2200 gp. Chrysoprase (60 gp). Red-brown spinel (130 gp). Jasper (60 gp). Rock crystal (60 gp).

Description: She is a mite stocky and is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright black and green, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. Her red hair is smooth and relatively long. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. Energy wise she seems alert and responsive.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Vola took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scimitar and armor she uses now. She was granted arcane powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and she has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Gifted, Professionalism. Flaws: Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1600 sp.

Description: This late middle aged woman wears an entirely violet suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes and is in decent physical shape. She has wavy white hair. Her amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She speaks before she thinks and is too direct. The war was a terrible time for her, and Hugolina does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Hugolina liked to wander the woods near her home when she was young, something she still likes to do at least once a week. She never liked modest clothing or shoes, so she would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and she developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: She feels kind of lost in life.

Flaws: Impulsive, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Average lock. 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Masterwork manacles.

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 dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His hair is silver and very short. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. Felgrat was born on a far eastern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Mortician. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Disease, Shy, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 70 gp. 1 Tanglefoot bags.