Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a tan suit, black shirt, and white tie. His chestnut hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Varis was born the youngest of three triplets. His necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and marry his brother to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur, Gifted. Bonds: Family, Religious. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He wears a white feathered hat and white clothes. He carries with him a set of daggers, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is short and chestnut. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Bricklayer. He's also a talented Actor, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and to be a actor again

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Joker. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 2400 gp.

Description: A 3'2" northern woman, she wears a blue cloak and cross-gartered red stockings. Her long red hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her eyes are hazel and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: She is a very philanthropic person; she spends her free time working at various soup kitchens. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Her father disappeared, and while she tried to raise money to find her father, she was betrayed dozens of times. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Weaver and was forced into it by her family.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Professionalism. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (80 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (2000 gp).

Description: She wears pastel painted combat armor at almost all times. She carries with her a set of flails, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her fur is short and yellow. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is envious of other's things. She hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that she so desires. She is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Seven grew up listening to her father's many stories. While she appears to be a normal Tabaxi, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: She has passion for adventuring and risk; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is her passion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Greedy. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Just what you see.