Description: He wears brown leather gloves, a brown jacket, and tight pants, and he perpetually has his quarterstaff ready. His hair is short and silver. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. 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: Money/treasure; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is light but he possesses many blue ritualistic tattoos. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His red hair is braided into rings. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are blue.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was born in the west. When Balimaar reached his early adolescence his Human mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he's looking for his big break

Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Immigrant, Military, Religious. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He is an epitome of beauty. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. 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. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Patrick 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: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a blue cloak and cross-gartered tan stockings. His golden hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and marry his brother to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Military, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 600 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during and is in decent physical shape. He has no hair. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He is a Succubi in disguise. 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 dedicated himself to building a better kind of golem.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Mason

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 33000 sp. Azurite (16 gp). Sardonyx (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.