Description: He is lean but muscular and wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He sports a long golden beard, and similarly colored long hair. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Racist, Mundane, Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 3000 sp. Jasper (60 gp). Amethyst (50 gp). Red spinel (50 gp). Obsidian (11 gp). Banded agate (11 gp). Jet (50 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He sports a flattop hair cut. He has amber eyes.

Personality: Eiravel 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, Eiravel is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Mortician work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mortician work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Mortician.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and retire the richest man in the west

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Justice. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 60 pp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears green trousers with blue and black striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He has blonde hair. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. Being a Barkeep 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: To share knowledge with the world; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1400 gp.

Description: He wears a simple black robe with green stripes complete with hood. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His black hair is braided into rings. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted, Justice, Impeccable. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 900 pp. Eye agate (12 gp). Black pearl (800 gp). Sard (70 gp). Amber (50 gp). Azurite (12 gp). Sard (70 gp). Blue sapphire (900 gp).

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 wearing a long, black cloak. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has amber eyes and a black hat with a green feather.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Roofer profession.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. Koeth was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Koeth decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Seeks redemption.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 1300 gp. Malachite (10 gp). Chrysoberyl (60 gp). Moonstone (50 gp).