Description: He wears a blue shirt, with a brown mid length shorts with brown tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His hair is chestnut and very short. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Joker, Impeccable. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1000 cp.

Description: A 3'4" northern man, he wears tattered old clothes. His black hair and beard is wavy and long. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Boddynock has worked very hard to control his curse. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 30 pp.

Description: He prefers to wear flannel. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His red crest is heavily combed to the left. His eyes are a pleasant red.

Personality: Salasar hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Sculptor arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Salasar took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up bastard sword and armor he uses now. Now he works as a writing tutor during his time off.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and money/treasure

Ideals: Artistic, Logical. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a dagger on his belt. His hair is cut close to his head. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Laborer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. A gifted student he started as a Sellsword, but he got bored and became a Laborer. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Full Plate. 1 Breastplate. 1 Breastplate. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He usually wears his pastel robe and has his hand crossbow always slung over his shoulder. His silver crest, when down, is lengthy. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is mildly Dragonborn supremacist, though he does not identify as such. A true patriot, Salasar would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Born to a Merchant, his father struggled to pay the bills. 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 became a Roofer soon after.

Motivation: Dragonborn compassion; and many drow want him driven away

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Military, Poor, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 30000 sp.