Description: He wears long strands of sapphire and short pastel dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His black hair is smooth and relatively long. This blue eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Miles's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Performer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His parents were killed by drow in a raid when he was still a young child. The drow captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. 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: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and he desires to right it; and a deep hatred of drow

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Hedonist, Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'1". He wears baggy red pantaloons and a grey scarf, and his gloved hand is found clutching a shortbow. His black hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Percival has worked very hard to control his curse. During his travels, Percival and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Percival discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Percival fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Expand his business; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Guardian, Religious, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He carries with him a set of greataxes on his belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He has dyed his greying chestnut hair a little too much giving a sharp chestnut color. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 8000 sp. Jasper (20 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). Sard (20 gp). Violet garnet (200 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. His hair is short and black. He has a dull look in his violet eyes.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Spice Merchant profession.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Actor work with an outfit from a few towns over. Actor work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: A deep hatred of giants.

Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Bonds: Job, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

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 wears black leather gloves, a black jacket, and tight pants. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 89. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born in the north. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the north were limited. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 600 gp. Star ruby (800 gp). Fire opal (800 gp).