Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty green coat over it. His auburn hair is braided into rings. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature quarterstaff.

Motivation: He's in love; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 300 gp. Fire opal (900 gp). Red spinel (90 gp). White opal (900 gp).

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He typically wears yellow cloth garments or leather armor. His lavender fur is knotted and matted. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. 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 in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tabaxis in the south were limited. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by gnolls. Dynamic was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the gnolls.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by gnolls, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 10000 cp.

Description: He dresses like a well dressed Scribe does, and carries nunchakus. His hair is black and very short. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Scribe but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born in the west. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Orcs in the west were limited. He's also a talented Slave Trader, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and expand his business

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Pacifist. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with yellow colored cloaks and clothing. He has a long golden beard with little hanging trinkets. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: Silvo was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Silvo was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 4000 sp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a violet cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. 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 to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His arcane abilities were realized during a raid on his village. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Tûmûg was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 4000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.