Description: This man is tall and muscular. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His black hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. In his youth he was a Masseuse, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Calcitro 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, Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Shy, PTSD. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a grey costume with the symbols of luck on his torso. His cinnamon fur is unkempt and raggedy. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Junk Dealer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His black hair is matted, messy, and big. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Carrie speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Expand his business; and to be a masseuse again

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 1900 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (700 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a green armored body suit, with a simple red line shooting up and back down, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'10" when asserting himself. His lavender fur is thinning but still full. He has several tiny sapphire earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. 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: To prove his worth to the world; and he is greedy

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 1000 gp. Moss agate (13 gp). Eye agate (13 gp). Lapis lazuli (13 gp). Amethyst (70 gp). Red-brown spinel (70 gp). Amber (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a mace on his belt. He has done his best to style his rusty crest to look like a famous performer. His eyes are a pleasant gold.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: Kaladan 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. Kaladan 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 became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: In love, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 600 gp. Chalcedony (20 gp). Malachite (10 gp). Black opal (800 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp).