Description: This 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. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes illithids are coming to abduct people. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Geoffrey was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it; and he's looking for his big break

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies, Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Sardonyx (80 gp).

Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He is physically well-built. He keeps his long white hair kept up in a rat tail. His ears are large.

Personality: He hates Humans with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. The war was a terrible time for him, and Raymond does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. 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 he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Rich. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His brown hair is still thick. His skin is flawless and his green eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. Ralf is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Bonds: Attractive, Family, Rich. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. His blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. He has blue eyes.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He got into the Merchant business at a young age. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 2 years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, In love, Job. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 700 gp. Malachite (12 gp). Zircon (50 gp). Black opal (1000 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is dressed in earthy colors with a green and black handkerchief worn on his left side. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy white hair. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. 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: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. At a young age his father died while driving off some brigands. His mother being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in sickle use. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Roofer and was forced into it by his family; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Bonds: Enemies, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: Just what you see.