Description: He wears suspenders and yellow workpants. His shirt is brown, and he wears a heavy yellow leather apron most of the time. He carries with him a set of sickles, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has done his best to style his silver hair to look like a famous performer. His silver eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is mildly Tiefling supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Tiefling, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Tiefling people; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Racist, Insane. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 150 pp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he usually wears his green robe and has his scimitar always slung over his shoulder. He keeps his chestnut hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are hazel and beady.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Fallond isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dwarven unity. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Fallond liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Debt. Occupation: Server

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: He wears skinny pants and wears a black and green robe with the hood down. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. His skin is flawless and his gray eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by drow. Gennal was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the drow.

Motivation: Revenge; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 1000 gp. Jet (90 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Golden yellow topaz (500 gp).

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He has a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. 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. Skak fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look, marred by chocolates. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Pirithin was raised in a hard working conservative environment. A gifted student he started as a Scribe, but he got bored and became a Sculptor. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 1900 gp. Sard (30 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1300 gp).