Description: He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He has a dull look in his violet eyes.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He is an amazing painter.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and balancing his hectic life and new unemployed responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tiefling, and stands approximately 6'9". He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner, and his gloved hand is found clutching a hammer. His black hair is braided into rings. This black eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Guard who has hired him part-time. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Born to a Ploughman, his father struggled to pay the bills. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and he has a crush on the local ploughman

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Poor, Family. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 150 gp. Banded agate (13 gp).

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. He wears his red hair up. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Halfling in existence. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Oblar was born with his father's beautiful face. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Oblar 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 Oblar. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and obtaining odd cultural halfling artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Religious, Attractive, Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His brown hair is smooth and relatively long. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: This man loves writing and to teach people writing more than just about anything. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Theriatis took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up whip and armor he uses now. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love, Nature. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.