Description: This light-skinned male wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length silver hair. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Immeral was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Immeral grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Immeral. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Mentor. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools. 1 Simple lock.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'9" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His red hair has been sun bleached extensively. This gold eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Mayor who has hired him part-time. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered painting. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Raam fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted, Fighting, Artistic. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 18000 sp. Red garnet (120 gp). Silver pearl (120 gp). Red garnet (120 gp). Aquamarine (300 gp). Violet garnet (300 gp). Brown diamond (7000 gp). Tourmaline (120 gp). Smoky quartz (70 gp). Aquamarine (300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He likes to wear red tank tops with black pants. His red hair is greasy and uncared for. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Bather. He's also a talented Healer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Military. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He stands about 6'0" and wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His red hair is cut short. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 87. 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 is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: The child of a Brewer, who enjoyed hunting, Balimaar was taken on many hunting expeditions. 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. Balimaar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane, Forgetful. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Server

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 100 gp. 4 Holy water. 1 Everburning torch. 4 Tanglefoot bags.