Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has worked as a Gardener like his father before him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to be a interpreter again

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a brown top hat and brown clothes. His head has been shaved. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. 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 remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Terse, Shy. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 2500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with white lining and desert motifs. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He has dyed his greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Dwarven companion (his 'brother'). Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears yellow painted combat armor at almost all times. With a patchy chestnut beard and wild chestnut hair. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

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. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He was granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 25000 sp. 6 Acid flasks. 1 Everburning torch. 1 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he dresses like a well dressed Glassblower does. His golden hair is knotted and matted. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. 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, Thorin is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the south to a Glassblower, Thorin learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His childhood dream was to be a Laborer, but he was a colossal failure. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 60 gp. 1 Everburning torch.