Description: He wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His tan leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His white hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Since his father passed away years ago, his mother 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 he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He dresses like a well dressed Mortician does. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. This amber eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. 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 comes from a rich southern family. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 11 years.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, In love, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He is bald on top and has large chestnut tufts of hair around his ears. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. 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. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Theriatis took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up monstrous two handed axe and armor he uses now. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 400 gp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (600 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a brown coat over a grey low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon his head. His hair is short and black. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 89. 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. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and regain custody of his daughter

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Family, Immigrant, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 700 gp. Deep blue spinel (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a red coat over a brown low-cut shirt, and a small hat upon his head. He carries a battered sickle and tarnished bastard sword as well. His hair is long and chestnut with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small red clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: The child of a Dilettante, who enjoyed hunting, Fivin was taken on many hunting expeditions. Fivin liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Guardian, Adventurer, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 10000 sp. Deep green spinel (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.