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 a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with violet lining and desert motifs. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy red hair. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Halimath took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. He bought a shortbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist, Shy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His crest is silver, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are red.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Pijjirik fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 200 gp. Chrysoprase (70 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He wears black painted combat armor at almost all times, marred by teas. He keeps his long auburn hair kept up in a rat tail. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Everburning torch. 1 Smokesticks. 3 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his bastard sword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has moderate length blonde hair. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was born in a small mountains village. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dwarves became a terror of the countryside. He bought a bastard sword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Nature, Slave. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 900 sp.

Description: He prefers to wear black clothing when he does not wear armor. He carries with him a set of daggers, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Gifted from a young age, Vassago studied abroad. Vassago was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Vassago decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. Some 9 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Vassago never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Criminal record, Religious, In love, Military. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 200 gp. Deep blue spinel (400 gp).