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, tan cloak. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. 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 is fixated on the number 79. 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. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born in a small plains village. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 40000 cp. Silver ewer (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is dressed in earthy colors with a white and green handkerchief worn on his left side. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length red hair. This hazel eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. 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. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Disciplined, Persistence. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is lean but muscular and is dressed in a clean green cloak covering his clean studded leather. His red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. This gray eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. Beiro abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and to reunite with his old friends

Flaws: Cynical, Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

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 white costume with the symbols of strength on his torso. His auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. This violet eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He hates brigands. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. In his 11th year, his parents were killed by a brigands raid, leaving Halimath alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Halimath was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Fearful, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Baker

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

Possessions: 400 gp. Rose (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

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. He wears his silver hair up in a very large beehive style do. This violet eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. Theriatis is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his brothers into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: Theriatis lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Soapmaker they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Crown-heir, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and to reunite with his absent mother

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 300 gp. Old masterpiece painting (1700 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (120 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (500 gp).