Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He has a long red beard with little hanging trinkets. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. 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. 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: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is silver and curly. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. 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 raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He wants revenge against illithids.

Flaws: Insomniac, Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Slave, Enemies. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 300 gp. Banded agate (12 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He has no hair. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 85. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Nicholas was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Fighter, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Fighter in service of a powerful lord somewhere. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Lazy. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 7000 cp.

Description: An older man who typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep black leather and dull brown iron scale mail, he is not a threatening figure. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes illithids are coming to abduct people. 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, Don is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Criminal record. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He has auburn hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Job, Family. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.