Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His hair is blonde and very short. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Ombul never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Joker, Logical. Bonds: Nature, In love, Adventurer. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 5000 sp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1900 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1800 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (180 gp).

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with top hat. His silver hair, when down, is lengthy. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when drow swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has worked as a Adventurer like his mother before him.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 41000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The light-skinned man stands 3'2" and wears a white vest and prefers green and pastel shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length black hair. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

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 respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Hobart is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Hobart took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up greatsword and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Joker, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Nature. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 800 gp. Star ruby (700 gp). Rhodochrosite (7 gp). Amber (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his scimitar, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. His purple hair, when down, is lengthy. His gold eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Valafar was born with his mother's beautiful face. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He's also a talented Locksmith, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and to be a locksmith again

Ideals: Justice, Athletic, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Chrysoprase (60 gp).

Description: He stands about 3'8" and wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is chestnut and curly. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

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 has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Gnomish compassion; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive, Racist. Bonds: Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 150 gp. 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield.