Description: He is a mite stocky and very much looks the part of a Spice Merchant. He has a auburn handlebar mustache and slicked back auburn hair. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and doesn't want to be a spice merchant and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Job, Family, Poor. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears green painted combat armor at almost all times. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his sickle, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. His hair is chestnut and curly. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Sailor but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He comes from a rich western family. 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.

Ideals: Joker, Pacifist, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 21000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized blue coat, and he perpetually has his shortbow ready. He wears his red hair up in a very large beehive style do. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

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 would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. 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. Everard fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Cynical, Shy. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man is renowned for his bright grey suits and hats. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.

Personality: He is a Bowyer first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When Kody 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 has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Bowyer.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Rich, Military, Debt. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a red coat. His moppish blonde hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. 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 has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.