Description: He is a mite stocky and has a large green mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his white robe. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Kilvar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. After coming to the age of reason, Kilvar took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. After a long history of fighting, Kilvar and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 80 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (80 gp).

Description: He tends to wear a large grey jacket. He is physically well-built. He has moderate length brown hair. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. The war was a terrible time for him, and Baern does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Baern was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Tanner.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Guardian, Military, Poor, Job. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 250 gp. Moss agate (15 gp). Jet (60 gp). 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: This malnourished man wears silk and lounges about seductively. His hair is black, silky, and of moderate length. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Ratak was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Passionate, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: He wears an entirely grey suit with pastel socks and a vest with buckled shoes, and he perpetually has his shortbow ready. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His ears are large.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Vlorn took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and halfling compassion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Selfish. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'2" when asserting himself. He has moderate length blonde hair. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson tan hat.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is fiercely devoted to his father, and views his father's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-sister.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. 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. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Slave, Mentor. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 2700 sp. Alexandrite (300 gp). Onyx (70 gp). Bloodstone (70 gp).