Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many green ritualistic tattoos. He dresses well, wearing brown shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He has golden hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. Paelias was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Paelias decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Seeks redemption.

Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He dresses in pastel turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with white slacks. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length blue hair. His eyes are likewise white. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Born to a Bricklayer, his mother struggled to pay the bills. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature falchion.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tiefling artifacts is his passion.

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 2200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He tends to wear a black poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His fur is black and very short. His copper unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Pelt was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist, Persistence. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: With white face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears an entirely violet suit with green socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His bronze crest is long and unkept. His red eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Mreksh took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up halberd and armor he uses now. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Citrine (50 gp). Citrine (50 gp). Chrysoprase (50 gp). Alexandrite (500 gp). Silver pearl (100 gp). Alexandrite (500 gp). Malachite (8 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.