Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His brown hair has been sun bleached extensively. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Sculptor born in the past three hundred years. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. After coming to the age of reason, Korfel took it upon himself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light black in addition to tight pants. His red hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Tiefling conditions. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and tiefling compassion

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Racist. Bonds: Rich, Has a crush. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 90000 cp. Solid gold idol (1000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (300 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (80 gp).

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears dull brown sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed scythe, just in case. His small hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Burto fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears an entirely black suit with green socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His moppish black hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he is greedy

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 1700 gp.