Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). He carries with him a set of scimitars, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has done his best to style his brown hair to look like a famous performer. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

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 thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 3100 gp.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is mildly Gnome supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and a strong sense of loyalty to gnomish people

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 3000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He has rusty crest. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. 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, Gargax is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Gargax took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up spear and armor he uses now. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He is content.

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 6000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of drow may trigger it at times.

History: He was born in the north. In his 18th year, his parents were killed by a drow raid, leaving Ivellios alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and a deep hatred of drow

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Darkwood Shield.