Description: This southern man wears an entirely grey suit with tan socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His clothes are grease stained in places. He has no hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He hates Humans with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. 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: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. Randal was born on a far southern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Fisher. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and human compassion

Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, In love. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: Alexandrite (300 gp). Sard (40 gp). Chrysoprase (40 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is light but he possesses many grey ritualistic tattoos. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty pastel coat over it. His red hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: A child with a great deal of dancing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Wymar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature quarterstaff.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Human artifacts is his passion; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: Hematite (5 gp).

Description: This man is very fat, and wears a tan armored body suit, with a simple black line shooting up and back down. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length white hair. He has green eyes.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Layabout. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

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. His childhood dream was to be a Fisher, but he was a colossal failure. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to be a fisher again

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 16000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a black cloak and cross-gartered white stockings. His red hair is lengthy. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To protect his home; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Guardian. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He is portly but not overly obese. He sports a long golden beard, and similarly colored long hair. His eyes are amber.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. 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: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Human conditions. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it; and retire the richest man in the west

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 300 gp.