Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears silk and lounges about seductively. He keeps his silver hair in a flapper bob. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Trey took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 800 gp. Citrine (30 gp). Peridot (30 gp). Freshwater pearl (11 gp). Red-brown spinel (120 gp).

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His blonde hair is greasy and uncared for. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: This man loves singing and to teach people singing more than just about anything. The war was a terrible time for him, and Kâka does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. When Kâka reached his early adolescence his Half-Orc father 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 has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 800 gp. Sardonyx (40 gp). Brown-green garnet (150 gp). Blue star sapphire (800 gp). Carnelian (40 gp).

Description: He likes to wear brown tank tops with grey pants. He carries with him a set of halberds, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes drow are coming to abduct people. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and a deep hatred of drow

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Has a crush. Occupation: Server

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 23000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with black colored cloaks and clothing. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

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-Elf in existence. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature glaive.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: White pearl (110 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His hair is long and red with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small grey clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dwarves became a terror of the countryside. He was granted druidic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Disease, Fearful. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 290 gp. 1 Magnifying glass.