Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is dressed in a clean tan cloak covering his clean studded leather. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Half-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Half-Elven doctor. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Disease, Racist. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 2700 sp. Rose (50 gp). Golden pearl (80 gp). Jasper (50 gp).

Description: He wears long strands of aquamarine and short black dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His dark red hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Mormo hails from a village terrorized by giants. 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 has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Insane, Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 300 sp. A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (100 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a black coat with blue slacks. He sports a flattop fur cut. His copper eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. He has a very tight haircut. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Immeral was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. A gifted student he started as a Sellsword, but he got bored and became a Layabout. He has achieved small success as a Layabout.

Motivation: Tiefling compassion; and balancing his hectic life and new layabout responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.