Description: A moderately attractive man, he is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Mortician. His auburn hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He got into the Mortician business at a young age. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has achieved small success as a Mortician.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister; and doesn't want to be a mortician and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Job, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He carries a battered club and tarnished flail as well. His auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his broad brown hat.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He is a Chromatic Dragon in disguise. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Halfling companion (his 'brother'). He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 1300 gp. Tourmaline (160 gp). Hematite (15 gp). Alexandrite (700 gp). Freshwater pearl (15 gp).

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His silver hair is long and unkept. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: He hates Humans with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Gifted from a young age, Balimaar studied abroad. He worked as a nervous Sculptor and found it very stressful. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: A deep hatred of giants; and he wants revenge against giants

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Insane. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears brown leather gloves, a brown jacket, and tight pants. He is bald on top and has large blonde tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: Immeral is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born in a small plains village. While he appears to be a normal Elf, 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

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

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist, Insane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Dwarves. His skin is light but he possesses many grey ritualistic tattoos. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His hair, while still mostly black, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

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 keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Beloril has worked very hard to control his curse. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and doesn't want to be a body guard and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Family, Poor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: Just what you see.