Description: This man is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes., and sports empty pouches on his belt. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: Riardon lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Riardon was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Some 6 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Riardon never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he is content

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Military, In love. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 1200 sp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is wearing a tight brown one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He wears a deerstalker hat to cover his moderate length black hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Thar was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Opinionated, Logical. Bonds: Immigrant, Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears many layers of old clothing at all times, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His purple 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 seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Tiefling, 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 routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is content

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Mundane, Selfish. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Rhodochrosite (13 gp). Rose (60 gp). Rose (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His red hair is still thick. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Aramil was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature pickaxe.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He stands about 4'10" and wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His blonde hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Aelar was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Aelar liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Mentor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 5000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.