Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he is dressed in a clean green cloak covering his clean studded leather. His hair is brown and curly. His black eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. 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 blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: A deep hatred of drow; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears dull white sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed whip, just in case. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Wymar embodies much of what other species detest in the Humans. As he has aged he has sought to do reparations for his actions as a youth. He is also making sure that his compatriots who never received punishment for their crimes are brought to justice.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He has a large violet mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his tan robe. His long red hair reaches down to his waist. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Mormog is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Mormog was born the youngest of three triplets. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and doesn't want to be a mortician and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Religious. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His brown hair is heavily combed to the right. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Lucan will drive conversation. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Lucan took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up kukri 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 share knowledge with the world; and balancing his hectic life and new interpreter responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Extrovert, Logical. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A middle-aged man, he dresses like a well dressed Barrister does, and is pretty ugly. His brown hair is matted, messy, and big. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was born into a rich family. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and to be a spice merchant again

Flaws: Ugly, Emotional. Bonds: Job, Religious, Rich. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.