Description: This slender man stands about 6'6". He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He wears his white hair down. His gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He was granted arcane powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Cynical, Lazy. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 700 sp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (600 gp). A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (10 gp). 1 Banded mail. 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield. 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing green cape and mantle trimmed with soft yellow waves gently in the breeze. He sports a flattop hair cut. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his gray eyes.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. 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. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted, Fighting. Bonds: Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: German accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: An older man who wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt, he is not a threatening figure. He has wavy beige fur. He has amber eyes and a green hat with a pastel feather.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the east. Right-Handed was born on a far eastern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Gardener. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by illithids. Right-Handed was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the illithids.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Opinionated, Artistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: Aquamarine (1500 gp). Black pearl (1500 gp). Black pearl (1500 gp). Red garnet (110 gp). Black pearl (1500 gp). Carnelian (40 gp).

Description: He has a missing right leg. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His white hair is heavily combed to the right. His violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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 goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Dreali fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Insane, Antagonistic. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 100 sp.