Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'8" and wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a warhammer, but if one is not available he will default to his shortbow. His hair is black, silky, and of moderate length. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of freemasons.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he is content

Flaws: Hedonist, Secretive, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 360 gp. Rhodochrosite (16 gp). Peridot (70 gp). Deep blue spinel (500 gp). 3 Smokesticks.

Description: This slender man stands about 3'1". He wears a robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a warhammer on his belt. His blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. He has several tiny amber earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fulbar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 7000 sp. Moonstone (70 gp). Pink pearl (150 gp). Red-brown spinel (150 gp). Onyx (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he is dressed in a clean brown cloak covering his clean studded leather. His hair is white and very short. His eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Ar-Kaius was raised in a hard working conservative environment. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Selfish, Hedonist, Depressed. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears yellow painted combat armor at almost all times. His red hair is braided into rings. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the south. When Názkûga reached his early adolescence his Half-Orc mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears a black armored body suit, with a simple red line shooting up and back down. His silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, 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 now owns his own business.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Cynical, Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 240 gp. Alexandrite (600 gp).