Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He prefers to wear yellow pants and tee shirts. His black hair is long and unkept. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. 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. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he is content

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Mundane, Insane. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 2000 sp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears black painted combat armor at almost all times. He wears his dark red hair up. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Akmen embodies much of what other species detest in the Tieflings. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Akmen was born the youngest of three triplets. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Tiefling conditions. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

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

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized violet coat. He carries a battered morningstar and tarnished shortbow as well. His white hair is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Dreali was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Slave Trader. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing right arm. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). He has shaved his head bald. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Courier business.

History: Eberk was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Expert, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Expert in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Dwarven companion (his 'brother'). He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 280 gp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with tan lining and desert motifs, marred by chocolates. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. He has blue eyes and a tan hat with a black feather.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Fisher born in the past three hundred years. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Gifted from a young age, Thamior studied abroad. After coming to the age of reason, Thamior took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He tends to his Fisher job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Expand his business; and to be a fortune-teller again

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 240 gp.