Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He sports a flattop hair cut. He has violet eyes.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Brottor took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up morningstar and armor he uses now. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of philosophers.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 2400 gp. Rich purple corundum (1300 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (11 gp). Rich purple corundum (1300 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp). Blue quartz (11 gp). Onyx (50 gp). Deep green spinel (150 gp). Silver pearl (150 gp).

Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He prefers to wear grey pants and tee shirts. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He has wavy auburn hair. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Pikar was born on a far southern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Mercenary. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: A 5'7" eastern man, he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He is bald on top and has large red tufts of hair around his ears. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He hates Half-Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Miles was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Half-Elven people; and money/treasure

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He carries with him a set of warhammers on his belt, each one with a ruby on the hilt. With a patchy brown beard and wild brown hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. While he appears to be a normal Elf, 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. 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. Aerdeth fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 300 gp. Rhodochrosite (4 gp). 1 Minor magic item.