Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a green armored body suit, with a simple violet line shooting up and back down, and a wedding ring on his right hand. His copper crest is smooth and relatively long. His red eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: In love, Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 1200 pp. Aquamarine (600 gp). Zircon (30 gp). Malachite (12 gp). Hematite (12 gp). Red spinel (70 gp). Amber (70 gp). Red-brown spinel (70 gp). Tourmaline (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a tight fitting black shirt and pants. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. He has white eyes and a black hat with a tan feather.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Morthos embodies much of what other species detest in the Tieflings. A true patriot, Morthos would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Morthos took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up hand crossbow and armor he uses now. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 800 gp. A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (30 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1200 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (60 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (60 gp).

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His silver hair, when down, is lengthy. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Through the years after Gerald was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Gerald's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was forced to fight in gladiatorial arenas alongside his partner. They became the best of friends and one day they managed to break out together and then went their separate ways.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away; and a deep hatred of dire rats

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Slave, Enemies. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: 3'4" and muscular, this southern woman wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her scythe with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. Her red hair is well kept. Her blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She is happy with her job as a Slave Trader. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. She has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: A powerful necromancer made her what she is. She was an apprentice working in her mother's forge. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Mentor. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Buckler. 1 Half-Plate.