Description: He likes to wear grey tank tops with white pants. He carries with him a set of ceremonial daggers, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His black hair is long and unkept. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. Ar-Pratu abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 350 gp. 4 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'1". He dresses like a well dressed Engraver does, and his gloved hand is found clutching a longsword. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy red hair. His eyes are brown and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Engraver born in the past three hundred years. 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: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is wearing a tight green one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He has a chestnut handlebar mustache and slicked back chestnut hair. His blue eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Erevan embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 3000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp). A small bag of saffron. (70 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (80 gp). Solid gold idol (500 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is dressed in a clean yellow cloak covering his clean studded leather. He has dyed his greying golden hair a little too much giving a sharp golden color. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: Sapply was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. 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: Wants to work out more often; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Athletic, Entrepeneur, Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 10 pp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society, and he perpetually has his falchion ready. His brown hair is heavily combed to the left. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Taklinn's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Painter arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Farmer they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Painter, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 5000 cp.