Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a trident on his belt. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his trident, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. He has styled his blue hair well, parting it to the left. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gold.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Marbas fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Elven compassion.

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Racist. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears long strands of ruby and short grey dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was born in the west. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Professionalism, Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 6'5" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She wears a fine chain shirt which she covers with green colored cloaks and clothing. Her chestnut hair is singed and shortened. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She tends to agree with only herself unless someone else's opinion sounds like she can profit from it. She tries to control her temper but she can't always stop herself from what she feels what must be done. She uses her nature as a weapon; she likes to lead opponents to think her in distress.

History: Nemeia was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. Through the years after Nemeia was born, her mother became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Nemeia's mother didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic, Secretive. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 9000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple green line shooting up and back down. His silver hair is unkempt and raggedy. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Drogo fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 800 gp. Azurite (11 gp). Blue star sapphire (1300 gp). Violet garnet (200 gp). Silver pearl (50 gp). Banded agate (11 gp). Star ruby (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears a black vest and prefers brown and black shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized opal on his right hand. His black hair is knotted and matted. His black eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his singing with anyone who is interested.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

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

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: Just what you see.