Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Half-Elf, and stands approximately 5'11". He dresses well, wearing yellow shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time, and his gloved hand is found clutching a pickaxe. His auburn hair is lengthy. He has hazel eyes and a yellow hat with a grey feather.

Personality: Reynard is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Reynard grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Reynard. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 30000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears silk and lounges about seductively. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized opal on his right hand. He has done his best to style his white hair to look like a famous performer. His skin is flawless and his white eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is mildly Tiefling supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Banker arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist, Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 100 sp. Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He has styled his silver hair well, parting it to the left. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Ulfgar was born with his father's beautiful face. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Ulfgar took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Many illithids want him driven away; and to prove his worth to the world

Flaws: Terse, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Smoker's lung

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

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His silver hair is smooth and relatively long. His skin is flawless and his brown eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Grûblik will drive conversation. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He got into the Armorer business at a young age. His necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He has worked as a Armorer like his mother before him.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Extrovert, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 50 pp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He wears his auburn hair up. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady green eyes.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Kugáluga fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: Just what you see.