Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he very much looks the part of a Spice Merchant. He has brown fur. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. A gifted student he started as a Guard, but he got bored and became a Spice Merchant. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 390 gp.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He wears a top hat to hide his balding. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 81. 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. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he has a crush on the local masseuse

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Addict, Insane. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 220 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears a red armored body suit, with a simple grey line shooting up and back down. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His golden hair is smooth and relatively long. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Heward embodies much of what other species detest in the Humans. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Heward was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Adept, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Adept in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Heward abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Human artifacts is his passion; and to settle down with his crush

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: He wears black trousers with grey and brown striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He carries with him a set of pickaxes on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His long black crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady red eyes.

Personality: Valorean is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. Valorean liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Valorean fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Forgetful. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 800 gp.