Description: He is typically in his Merchant uniform. He carries with him a set of bastard swords on his belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He has styled his black hair well, parting it to the left. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes dire rats are coming to abduct people. The war was a terrible time for him, and Kilvar does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Kilvar was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Military. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 270 gp. White opal (500 gp). Peridot (60 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp).

Description: He is a husky man, who wears yellow robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a longsword, but if one is not available he will default to his rapier. His hair is short and silver. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He has all his life been fascinated with dancing.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Healer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He is dressed in a clean blue cloak covering his clean studded leather. He has styled his blonde hair well, parting it to the right. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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 remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Insane. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 220 pp. Tourmaline (160 gp). Iolite (80 gp). Bloodstone (80 gp). White opal (500 gp). Chrysoberyl (160 gp). Sardonyx (80 gp). Bloodstone (80 gp).

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Odorr hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: He is a Lycanthrope in disguise. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Odorr fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 500 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 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 wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has done his best to style his chestnut hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: Gifted from a young age, Paelias studied abroad. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Paelias's homeland. Paelias decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father.

Ideals: Joker, Gifted, Fighting. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 100 gp.