Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized tan coat. His crest is cut close to his head. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gold.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 300 gp. Jet (90 gp). Aquamarine (300 gp). Blue quartz (9 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man wears light armors faded through time and improper care and is in decent physical shape. His chestnut hair is long and unkept. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Nuraval's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Nuraval was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. During his travels, Nuraval and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Nuraval discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Nuraval fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: 5'8" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears black trousers with white and grey striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. He has violet eyes and a black hat with a white feather.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Half-Orc in existence. 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 born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. A freak accident while working with his Miller mother left him crippled. 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 uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Server

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man dresses like a well dressed Healer does, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His brown fur is greasy and uncared for. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Windy was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His parents enrolled him in a Rogue school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Healer for the past few years.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 600 gp. Pink pearl (130 gp). Silver pearl (130 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a hand crossbow, but if one is not available he will default to his lance. He has styled his green crest well, parting it to the right. His eyes are red and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He found a children's book about a Dragonborn Warlock who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Professionalism. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: Tiger eye turquoise (14 gp). Star rose quartz (40 gp). Amethyst (40 gp).