Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears a tight fitting violet shirt and pants. His red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Kilvar was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Doctor they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Sellsword, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and doesn't want to be a sellsword and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: In love, Mentor, Family. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Rock crystal (70 gp). Violet garnet (1500 gp). Peridot (70 gp). Rose (70 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp). Black pearl (1500 gp). Aquamarine (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 6'4" northern man, he likes to wear brown tank tops with blue pants. His purple hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His silver eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He's in love; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Military, Job, Criminal record, Has a crush. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 11000 sp. Golden yellow topaz (500 gp). Iolite (60 gp). Coral (50 gp). Chrysoprase (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he is dressed in a clean black cloak covering his clean studded leather. His brown hair is cut short. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He has all his life been fascinated with singing.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is content; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Antagonistic, PTSD. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Buckler. 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He very much looks the part of a Stylist, and he perpetually has his rapier ready. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes drow are coming to abduct people. He has all his life been fascinated with writing.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Tharivol was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He's also a talented Fisher, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He is renowned for his bright black suits and hats. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Sporting a chestnut mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Armorer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. 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 desires power and/or immortality; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Slave, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 1100 gp. Black pearl (1500 gp). White opal (1100 gp).