Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His silver hair is thinning but still full. His gold eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tieflings in the north were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Addict, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a brown broad hat and brown clothes. He has shaved his head bald. His brown eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Born in the north to a Assassin, Tharivol learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He tends to his Assassin job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Ideals: Professionalism, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a worn and beaten armor. His brown hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. 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 does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. A freak accident while working with his Sellsword mother left him crippled. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and balancing his hectic life and new miller responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insomniac, Secretive, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 100 gp. Bloodstone (60 gp).

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He is dressed in an above average manner. His golden hair and beard is wavy and long. His eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. While he appears to be a normal Gnome, 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. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 350 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.