Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants. He carries with him a set of pickaxes, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His white hair is braided into rings. His half smiles and hazel eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

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. In his 13th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Burto fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Mundane, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 2500 sp. Chalcedony (80 gp). Aquamarine (700 gp).

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing blue cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His white hair is cut short. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his amber eyes.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Eberdeb was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Disciplined, Logical. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Gold music box (1000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (400 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (80 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (900 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (80 gp). Gold music box (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He keeps his white hair in a flapper bob. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. Being born in the south, 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 south 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. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 400 gp. Carnelian (30 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with brown colored cloaks and clothing and is in decent physical shape. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Born to a Stylist, his father struggled to pay the bills. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Architect hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Being a Architect kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He wants revenge against drow; and a deep hatred of drow

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.