Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He dresses like a well dressed Apothecary does. He is an epitome of beauty. He wears his auburn hair up in a very large beehive style do. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of dire rats once and for all.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He struck the Apothecary job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Enemies, Military. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He has a large white mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his brown robe. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He keeps his long purple hair kept up in a rat tail. His black eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: Rimmon lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 1000 pp. Zircon (50 gp). Zircon (50 gp). Zircon (50 gp). Lapis lazuli (9 gp). Sardonyx (50 gp). Jasper (50 gp). Jade (50 gp). 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He has moderate length black hair. He has gray eyes.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. After a long history of fighting, Mozfel and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a black coat. He carries a battered quarterstaff and tarnished morningstar as well. He keeps his long blonde hair kept up in a rat tail. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. A friendly and beautiful Half-Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Thamior was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Half-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Half-Elven doctor. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Spy

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 300 gp.