Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a brown collared shirt and black pants. He accessorizes with a blue scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He is an epitome of beauty. His chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When Gilbert 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 was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Military. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He tends to wear a black poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His golden hair is still thick. His eyes are green.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His parents enrolled him in a Warrior school at a young age so that he could practice his psionic talents. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 400 gp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (70 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1100 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1100 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy silver stubble. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has a hunchback. His silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. 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. Anselm 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; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He tends to wear a large black jacket. With bright chestnut hair and a scraggly beard. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. A freak accident while working with his Map Maker mother left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he is greedy

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Shy, Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He tends to wear a tan poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His long blonde hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Percival isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Percival hails from a village terrorized by illithids. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Percival has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and revenge

Ideals: Impeccable, Athletic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

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