Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He sports a long chestnut beard, and similarly colored long hair. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his broad tan hat.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

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. Being born in the north, 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 north 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 west. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Criminal record, Military, Family. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 1300 sp.

Description: He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his crossbow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. His copper crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gold.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

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. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Sethrekar was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Impeccable, Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 2300 gp. Alexandrite (1600 gp).

Description: He wears just a tan suit. His black fur is long and unkept. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Bellfounder. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He's in love.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His purple hair is knotted and matted. His half smiles and silver eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. While he appears to be a normal Tiefling, 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 has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Mortician.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Selfish, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 200 gp.