Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His hair is cut close to his head. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. 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. Theriatis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Bricklayer

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

Possessions: 13000 sp. An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (40 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1600 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized grey coat. His blonde hair is cut short. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: Carrie hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. While he appears to be a normal Elf, 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 taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He wants revenge against dire rats.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 1000 pp. Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (50 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2100 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1100 gp). Gold and ruby ring (8000 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (70 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (70 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (2100 gp). 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with pastel lining and desert motifs. His golden hair and beard is wavy and long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. 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 was born in a small forest village. 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. Aerdeth fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 800 gp. Obsidian (11 gp). Lapis lazuli (11 gp). Sard (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 5'2" southern man, he wears black leather gloves, a black jacket, and tight pants. He has dyed his greying brown hair a little too much giving a sharp brown color. This blue eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. 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, Laucian is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He bought a hammer and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he has a crush on the local spice merchant

Ideals: Gifted, Justice. Bonds: Religious, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: Solid gold idol (300 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (50 gp). A delicate brass dragon egg (70 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (50 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (50 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (900 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears skinny pants and wears a green and black robe with the hood down. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his falchion, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. His brown hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. 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: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Thamior was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. In his 10th year, his parents were killed by a illithids raid, leaving Thamior alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: To unite with his sister; and a deep hatred of illithids

Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Mentor, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 13000 sp. Carnelian (40 gp). Tourmaline (150 gp). Moonstone (40 gp). Emerald (500 gp). Hematite (5 gp). Zircon (40 gp). Amethyst (150 gp). Citrine (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.