Description: He wears dark leathers with embroidery, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'4" when asserting himself. With a patchy chestnut beard and wild chestnut hair. He has brown eyes and a green hat with a black feather.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: Eiravel was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. A freak accident while working with his Fortune-teller father left him crippled. During his travels, Eiravel and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Eiravel discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Eiravel fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 1700 gp. Alexandrite (400 gp). Aquamarine (400 gp). Star rose quartz (20 gp). Star rose quartz (20 gp). Alexandrite (400 gp). Aquamarine (400 gp). Amber (160 gp). Moss agate (16 gp). Iolite (20 gp). Rich purple corundum (1500 gp).

Description: This exceptionally lanky man is dressed in an above average manner. His dark red hair has been sun bleached extensively. His silver eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Qemuel isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tiefling unity. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

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. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 300 gp. Red-brown spinel (90 gp). Golden yellow topaz (200 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a simple black robe with white stripes complete with hood. His purple hair is knotted and matted. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tieflings.

History: The child of a Masseuse, who enjoyed hunting, Chem was taken on many hunting expeditions. His psionic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He bought a kukri and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 19000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep tan leather and dull grey iron scale mail. His hair is short and red. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Olunt was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When Olunt reached his early adolescence his Dwarf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Military, Poor. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 1100 sp. Rich purple corundum (400 gp). Eye agate (5 gp).