Description: 6'5" and muscular, this northern man does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His chestnut hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his silver eyes.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Mordai was born with his mother's beautiful face. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His long silver hair reaches down to his waist. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. 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, Eiravel is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and marry his brother to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane, Secretive. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a flail, but if one is not available he will default to his scythe. His long blonde hair reaches down to his waist. His gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He is a Deep Scion in disguise. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Halfling companion (his 'brother'). He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Flaws: Disease, Ugly, Lazy. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Farmer. He has moderate length chestnut hair. His eyes are blue.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. After a long history of fighting, Efferil and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: American accent

Possessions: Just what you see.