Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He tends to wear a white poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His white hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Valafar hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. 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 now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is content; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 400 gp. Golden yellow topaz (1300 gp). Alexandrite (1300 gp). Moss agate (13 gp).

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He likes to wear brown tank tops with green pants. He sports a flattop hair cut. His eyes are likewise brown.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 110 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This man wears a red costume with the symbols of luck on his torso, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has done his best to style his golden hair to look like a famous performer. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. After coming to the age of reason, Rolen took it upon himself to study the divine arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist, Mundane. Bonds: Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 700 sp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'0" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a brown shirt with thin black vertical stripes and grey pants. He wears a deerstalker hat to cover his moderate length black hair. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Joker, Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His auburn hair is greasy and uncared for. This violet eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing writing.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Adventurer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He's also a talented Masseuse, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Adventurer responsibilities is difficult; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Job, Poor. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 1700 sp.