Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears long strands of opal and short brown dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His silver hair is lengthy. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with writing. He constantly tries to fill his life with writing. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Nuraval liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Family, Nature. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 800 gp. Sapphire pendant on gold chain (2100 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1800 gp). Finely wrought small gold bracelet (10 gp).

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Her brown hair is smooth and relatively long. Her hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: She is a woman who does what she needs to. She will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. She lacks restraint and is impulsive. She jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: She was born several months after her father was called into army service. Her family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. She saw this and took pride in her father's willingness to do anything to win. She would ruin relationships and cause injury. She was reprimanded several times before being given her current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: She will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Server

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He is renowned for his bright pastel suits and hats. He has moderate length yellow fur. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. Beast was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Beast decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 40000 cp.

Description: 5'11" and muscular, this eastern man dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His long chestnut hair reaches down to his waist. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

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 is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the east were limited. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

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

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 5000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 4'7" northern man, 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 hair, while still mostly silver, has prominent grey streaks. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. He found a children's book about a Elf Aristocrat who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature morningstar.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: Just what you see.