Description: He wears a white shirt with thin grey vertical stripes and pastel pants. His golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. This gray eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He got into the Dyer business at a young age. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Half-Orc companion (his 'brother'). He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Depressed, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 400 gp. Amber (120 gp). Eye agate (12 gp). Rhodochrosite (12 gp). Banded agate (12 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His silver hair is still thick. His blue eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. After a long history of fighting, Aelar and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and money/treasure

Flaws: Racist, Forgetful, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he is renowned for his bright black suits and hats. His rusty crest has been sun bleached extensively. His red eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Born in the west to a Mortician, Gorbundus learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To be a Scribe again.

Ideals: Joker, Logical, Persistence. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Half-Elf, and stands approximately 5'11". He wears a yellow armored body suit, with a simple green line shooting up and back down, and his gloved hand is found clutching a bow. His golden hair is singed and shortened. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 70 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She likes to wear ponchos typically of a light black in addition to tight pants. Her red crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. She has gold eyes.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food she seems plenty friendly. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: When she was but 4 years old her parents immigrated from the east. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Vezera took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up flail and armor she uses now. Since then, she has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: She is content; and to end her boredom

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted, Optimist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 1800 gp. 1 Minor magic item.