Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears professional attire. His silver hair is braided into rings. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Radomir was born with his mother's beautiful face. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, 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. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Radomir 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.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 300 gp. Smoky quartz (40 gp). Fire opal (1300 gp). Moss agate (12 gp). Rose (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears dull blue sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed lance, just in case, and carries lances. He keeps his long brown hair kept up in a rat tail. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His parents were killed by brigands in a raid when he was still a young child. The brigands captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by brigands, and he desires to right it; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a simple white robe with black stripes complete with hood. His red hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 85. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Gardain lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Family, Military, Job. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a tan vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his tan boots flare out at the collars. His hair is brown and curly. His fierce black eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. 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. Melech took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. Being a Mercenary kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Criminal record, Slave. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of his god around his neck, and a greataxe on his belt, and he perpetually has his greataxe ready. His tied-back hair is auburn. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Gerard was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. 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. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 600 sp. Amber (160 gp). 1 Masterwork Light wooden shield.