Description: This northern man wears a black collared shirt and grey pants. He accessorizes with a brown scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His clothes are grease stained in places. His blue hair is braided into rings. His black eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was born in the north. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Tieflings became a terror of the countryside. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Logical, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 400 gp. 3 Acid flasks.

Description: This eastern man is abnormally tall. He wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a longbow, but if one is not available he will default to his bow. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His tied-back hair is blonde. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. Dworic was born on a far eastern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Priest. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Dworic fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 310 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is wearing a tight violet one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His moppish red hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Half-Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Emotional, Shy, Insane. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 120000 cp. Freshwater pearl (6 gp). Malachite (6 gp). Chrysoberyl (70 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many black ritualistic tattoos. He wears a tan coat over a black low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon his head. His hair is short and golden. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Enialis took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up greatsword and armor he uses now. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tiefling artifacts is his passion; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Addict. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: Just what you see.