Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'7" when asserting himself. His black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. Valafar is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: A child with a great deal of dancing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Sailor hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: To unite with his sister.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Poor. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 300 gp. Hematite (15 gp). Deep green spinel (160 gp). Azurite (15 gp). Hematite (15 gp). Sard (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Halfling, and stands approximately 3'0". He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during, and his gloved hand is found clutching a monstrous two handed axe. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. This blue eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Scribe arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Foxilon abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious, Rich. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 600 gp. Peridot (70 gp). Golden yellow topaz (200 gp). Eye agate (16 gp). Malachite (16 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Standing 3'3", this man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. 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 was born in the south. Ostracized due to the arcane powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Halflings became a terror of the countryside. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and a deep hatred of brigands

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 140 gp.

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. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of white, and is pulled back with small grey clips. His beard is white, braided, and well cared for. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. The war was a terrible time for him, and Naeris does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Naeris was born the youngest of three triplets. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Naeris was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Shy, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 700 sp.

Description: This man is typically in his Hunter uniform. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized ruby on his right hand. His lavender fur, when down, is lengthy. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Breastplate. 1 Chain shirt.