Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He has shaved his head bald. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: This man loves poetry and to teach people poetry more than just about anything. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Artistic, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 40000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears brown leather gloves, a brown jacket, and tight pants. His white hair is lengthy. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. 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.

Ideals: Optimist, Impeccable. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 90 pp. Old masterpiece painting (1100 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1600 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (5000 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He wears a top hat to hide his balding. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: He is content; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 1600 gp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1400 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (700 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He has a blonde handlebar mustache and slicked back blonde hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. 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, Tharivol is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born in the south. 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 recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

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

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times, and he perpetually has his flail ready. He has a long blonde beard with little hanging trinkets. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when drow swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and many drow want him driven away

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 600 gp. Citrine (40 gp). Malachite (13 gp). Smoky quartz (40 gp).