Description: This late middle aged man wears dark leathers with embroidery and is in decent physical shape. He wears a deerstalker hat to cover his moderate length black hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. 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: To settle down with his crush; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Justice, Professionalism. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A 5'8" southern man, he is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His chestnut hair and beard is wavy and long. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Clerebold took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up glaive and armor he uses now. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Ideals: Optimist, Logical, Gifted. Bonds: Nature, Family. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 700 sp.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears a pastel vest and prefers yellow and brown shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His bronze crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is greedy

Ideals: Persistence, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a green tunic with violet highlights, and long blue pants that bunch up around his shoes. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He is content; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful, Mundane. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 600 gp. Chrysoberyl (60 gp). Iolite (30 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing right leg. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His long auburn hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He hates Dwarves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Orsik 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 spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Disease, Racist, Addict. Bonds: Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: American accent

Possessions: Malachite (14 gp). 1 Everburning torch.