Description: This northern man wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized grey coat. His clothes are grease stained in places. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length red hair. His eyes are red and catlike.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He takes great joy in being the best Cartwright in town.

History: Born in the north to a Cartwright, Modean learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tieflings in the north were limited. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Cartwright.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Cartwright responsibilities is difficult.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 70 gp. Sard (30 gp). 3 Smokesticks.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is light but he possesses many green ritualistic tattoos. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a black coat. He wears his black hair up. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Sensitive, Forgetful. Bonds: Slave, Adventurer. Occupation: Carter

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 700 sp. Tourmaline (110 gp). 3 Holy water.

Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His auburn hair is cut short. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His divine abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Insomniac. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp). Gold music box (2000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length blonde hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Ivellios isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Half-Elven unity. 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: Gifted from a young age, Ivellios studied abroad. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Ivellios took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. He bought a sickle and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

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, Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: Just what you see.