Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He carries with him a set of scythes, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears his chestnut hair up. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Layabout arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 2000 sp. Sard (60 gp). Jet (120 gp). Chalcedony (60 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many tan ritualistic tattoos. He wears tattered old clothes. He sports a flattop hair cut. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Thamior was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Servant hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Revenge; and a deep hatred of giants

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is dressed in a clean brown cloak covering his clean studded leather. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His white hair is braided into rings. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He hates Halflings with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and a strong sense of loyalty to halfling people

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Racist, Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 1700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright brown and white, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. His chestnut hair is singed and shortened. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. After coming to the age of reason, Quarion 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 was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 2000 gp. Obsidian (4 gp). Freshwater pearl (4 gp). Sardonyx (40 gp). Red spinel (90 gp). Hematite (4 gp). Chrysoprase (40 gp). Black pearl (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Dragonborn, and stands approximately 6'1". He wears tattered old clothes, and his gloved hand is found clutching a dagger. He has bronze crest. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing music.

History: Born in the north to a Architect, Rivaan learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Terse. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Architect

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 500 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.