Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty red coat over it. His head has been shaved. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and expand his business

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Military, Religious. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 8000 sp. Chrysoberyl (110 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care, and carries axes. With a patchy silver beard and wild silver hair. His eyes are green and catlike.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He is a Maurezhi in disguise. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 330 gp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Thamior embodies much of what other species detest in the Half-Elves. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. After a long history of fighting, Thamior and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft tan waves gently in the breeze. He is portly but not overly obese. His red fur is braided into rings. His skin is flawless and his yellow eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is greedy

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 3000 cp.