Description: He wears a green costume with the symbols of death on his torso, and carries ceremonial daggers. His purple hair is still thick. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. While he appears to be a normal Tiefling, 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Professionalism. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 5'5" western woman, she is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft white waves gently in the breeze. Her fur is short and brown. Her hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: She has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with her big mouthed big gutted partner. Her partner is her best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. She refers to her adoptive father for almost all things she is unsure about, which are numerous. She is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: She comes from a rich western family. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Mortician. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by drow. Aura was horrified and prayed that her mother was alright. However, she heard that her mother had died fighting off the drow.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Mortician responsibilities is difficult.

Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Family, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his lance with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. With a patchy red beard and wild red hair. His eyes are gray.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Slave, Nature. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: This late middle aged man dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head and is in decent physical shape. He sports a flattop hair cut. His eyes are likewise blue.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and obtaining odd cultural half-elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.