Description: He wears a brown vest and prefers yellow and brown shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His long red hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

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 has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Painter work with an outfit from a few towns over. Painter work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Painter responsibilities is difficult; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Addict. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: Chrysoprase (70 gp). Malachite (14 gp). Silver pearl (150 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'9" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He has styled his dark red hair well, parting it to the right. His red eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Balam was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tiefling artifacts is his passion; and to prove his worth to the world

Flaws: Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Religious. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 1500 gp.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a black vest and prefers grey and green shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He wears his red crest down. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: Fax hails from a village terrorized by gnolls. As a young child he wandered into the woods despite his mother's warnings against it. Afterwards he claimed he had encountered gnolls who tried to eat his hand. Being a Detective kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He wants revenge against gnolls.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Detective

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 800 gp. Obsidian (4 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears long strands of emerald and short tan dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. With bright red hair and a scraggly beard. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Ahvain 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 Ahvain. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he is content

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 400 gp.