Description: A middle-aged man, he prefers to wear blue pants and tee shirts, and is pretty ugly. He wears his silver hair up in a very large beehive style do. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Gennal is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the north were limited. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 60 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: This tall, slender man wears a white collared shirt and violet pants. He accessorizes with a white scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his amber 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 submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: The child of a Adventurer, who enjoyed hunting, Ar-Pratu was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Ar-Pratu took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. Being a Architect kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: Iolite (70 gp).

Description: He tends to wear a large black jacket. He has done his best to style his scarlet crest to look like a famous performer. His gold eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 78. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Revenge; and many brigands want him driven away

Flaws: Insane, Forgetful. Bonds: Military, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He prefers to wear green clothing when he does not wear armor. His green crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gold.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Trynnicus was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Military, Family. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears dull tan sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed monstrous two handed axe, just in case. He has wavy blonde hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Broce was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Gnomes in the south were limited. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: A deep hatred of illithids.

Ideals: Optimist, Persistence. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: An older woman who tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with her rolled up shirt sleeves this gives her a very relaxed look, she is not a threatening figure. Her brown hair is matted, messy, and big. Her black eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She has always had a great fascination with Dwarven culture. Makaria enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for her love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. At a young age she wooed the heart of her future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Hedonist, Antagonistic. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He wears a colorful flower in his chestnut hair. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Human culture. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was born in the north. A freak accident while working with his Sailor mother left him crippled. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Stylist.

Motivation: Human compassion; and a strong sense of loyalty to human people

Flaws: Racist, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a tight fitting grey shirt and pants. His long black hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. This violet eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the west. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the west were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a yellow vest and prefers black and yellow shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He sports a long blonde beard, and similarly colored long hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

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 hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 2 Holy water.