Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a bow on his belt. He carries with him a set of bows, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has dyed his greying brown hair a little too much giving a sharp brown color. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. 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: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Enemies, Religious. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 100 gp. Black pearl (500 gp). Jade (70 gp). Freshwater pearl (10 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He typically wears white cloth garments or leather armor. His brown hair and beard is wavy and long. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his feathered white hat.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. 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: Gifted from a young age, Miles studied abroad. 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 now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Greedy, Fearful. Bonds: Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 400 gp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (500 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a tan armored body suit, with a simple grey line shooting up and back down. He has no hair. His eyes are amber.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. After a long history of fighting, Clerebold and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 200 gp. Violet garnet (200 gp). Violet garnet (200 gp). Amethyst (50 gp).

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of drow once and for all.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. His childhood dream was to be a Baker, but he was a colossal failure. He struck the Banker job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Banker responsibilities is difficult; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Bonds: Enemies, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 14000 cp.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has done his best to style his red hair to look like a famous performer. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Balimaar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 3000 sp.