Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He tends to wear a large red jacket. His golden hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He is a Mortician first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Namfoodle was born the youngest of three triplets. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He's in love; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Family, Rich, Has a crush. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a sai on his belt. He keeps his yellow fur in a flapper bob. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Drifting speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. At a young age his mother died while driving off some dire rats. His father being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in sai use. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Drifting fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Dwarves. His skin is light but he possesses many violet ritualistic tattoos. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty yellow coat over it. His silver hair is still thick. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Ulfgar speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was born into a rich family. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care, and he perpetually has his greatsword ready. His white hair, when down, is lengthy. His half smiles and brown eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Aelar isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aelar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Slave. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 200 gp. 4 Acid flasks.