Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears dull blue sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed shield, just in case. His hair is silver and very short. 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 seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Masseuse work with an outfit from a few towns over. Masseuse work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and wants a kiss

Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane, Addict. Bonds: Has a crush, Job. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 34000 sp. Rhodochrosite (12 gp). Red garnet (130 gp).

Description: He wears baggy brown pantaloons and a yellow scarf. He is physically well-built. His hair is red and curly. He has amber eyes and a brown hat with a yellow feather.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of illithids once and for all.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Human companion (his 'brother'). He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Enemies, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He carries a battered sickle and tarnished rapier as well. He wears a colorful flower in his golden hair. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Trey is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. He married young, but lost his spouse to giants. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A deep hatred of giants.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 2900 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He wears a yellow vest and prefers green and grey shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He keeps his blonde hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

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 an amazing painter.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His parents enrolled him in a Fighter school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools. 1 Small steel mirror. 1 Simple lock.

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 wears a tattered pair of loose white pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His long red hair reaches down to his waist. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. Being a Mortician kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: Just what you see.