Description: He has a missing right arm. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with top hat. He has no hair. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Frederick is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He comes from a rich western family. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 29000 sp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was born into a rich family. 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. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aelar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 380 gp.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He tends to wear a large black jacket. His copper crest is smooth and relatively long. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his red eyes.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Shamash was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His parents enrolled him in a Adept school at a young age so that he could practice his martial talents. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Crown-heir. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dragonborn artifacts is his passion; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He usually wears his red robe and has his lance always slung over his shoulder, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 3'11" when asserting himself. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Tordek 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 became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and obtaining odd cultural dwarven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Depressed, Addict. Bonds: Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 1000 gp.