Description: She is a paragon of her species. She is larger and stronger than most Half-Elves. Her skin is light but she possesses many black ritualistic tattoos. She is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by her earthly robes.. Her chestnut hair is still thick. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.

Personality: She likes to brag about her accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. She believes the world needs to unite to get rid of illithids once and for all.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. After coming to the age of reason, Isabella took it upon herself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, she was labeled a dark omen and banished from her homeland. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by illithids. Isabella was horrified and prayed that her mother was alright. However, she heard that her mother had died fighting off the illithids.

Motivation: She wants revenge against illithids.

Ideals: Passionate, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. She is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing red cape and mantle trimmed with soft grey waves gently in the breeze. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her black hair is cut short. She has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: She is filled with cunning. She likes to feign weakness letting people think she is weak. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Jasmine is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: When she was but 8 years old her parents immigrated from the south. She was taken from her home at a very young age. She has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and she is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Rich, Slave, Immigrant. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 1100 sp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears professional attire. He keeps his long blue crest kept up in a rat tail. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Mason. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He became a Mason soon after.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Bonds: Attractive, Job, Adventurer, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 700 sp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (80 gp).

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'1" when asserting himself. He has shaved his head bald. His eyes are blue and catlike.

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 is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Crown-heir arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. 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 giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Raer fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 2400 sp. Jasper (70 gp). Banded agate (8 gp). 1 Superior lock.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized blue coat. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His silver hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 13. 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 never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Slave, Attractive. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: 4'2" and muscular, this southern man is typically in his Server uniform. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. After coming to the age of reason, Thradal took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is content; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned woman, she wears skinny pants and wears a blue and pastel robe with the hood down. She sports a flattop hair cut. Her skin is flawless and her green eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: She likes to make people angry or surprised. She always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove her into the Soapmaker business.

History: Born in the west to a Soapmaker, Ielenia learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. She was an apprentice working in her mother's forge. She then took over the family business and is one of the better Soapmaker for hire.

Motivation: Someone believes her a fraud; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: This southern man wears a robe, a symbol of the four houses of cards around his neck, and a warhammer on his belt. His clothes are grease stained in places. His brown hair is still thick. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Ulblyn 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. Ulblyn was born on a far southern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Baker. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Joker. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 9000 cp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He dresses in grey turtlenecks beneath a green coat with yellow slacks, marred by sweets. His golden hair has been sun bleached extensively. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was born into a rich family. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Reirak took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up ceremonial dagger and armor he uses now. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Emotional, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Melee.