Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is dark but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He is bald on top and has large golden tufts of hair around his ears. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Ostracized due to the divine powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. 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: He is greedy.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: A middle-aged man, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze, and is pretty ugly. His chestnut hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Mercenary born in the past three hundred years. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Job, Military. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 300 gp. 4 Acid flasks. 4 Acid flasks. 3 Thunderstones.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy auburn stubble. He wears tan trousers with white and black striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He has a hunchback. His head has been shaved. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family When Drogo 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. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by illithids. Drogo was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the illithids.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Military, Enemies. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: This light-skinned male wears a white vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His tan leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his white boots flare out at the collars. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His white hair is matted, messy, and big. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Rolf is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. 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, Rolf is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Slave Trader and was forced into it by his family; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 11000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his kukri, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. He has dyed his greying golden hair a little too much giving a sharp golden color. His eyes are gray.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Professionalism, Persistence. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Slave, Family. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 1100 sp.