Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His auburn hair is still thick. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his music with anyone who is interested.

History: Quarion lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Sellsword and was forced into it by his family; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Justice, Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 5000 sp.

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 wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His yellow leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars. With a patchy white beard and wild white hair. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He got into the Jeweler business at a young age. Nybarg abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Flaws: Selfish, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears dull green sweaters, loose tan pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed whip, just in case, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His silver crest is greasy and uncared for. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines red.

Personality: Shamash wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Aristocrat, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dragonborns.

History: Shamash 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. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He bought a whip and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Half-Elven compassion.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 6000 sp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1300 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp).

Description: He is a husky man, who is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Slave Trader. His bronze crest is singed and shortened. His ears are large.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. A true patriot, Mreksh would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Mreksh grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature hand crossbow.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is his passion; and money/treasure

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 240 gp.

Description: He dresses in tan turtlenecks beneath a blue coat with grey slacks. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He has moderate length auburn hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. His parents enrolled him in a Barbarian school at a young age so that he could practice his divine talents. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Extrovert, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.