Description: He is a husky man, who wears tattered old clothes. Sporting a chestnut mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has amber eyes.

Personality: He is a Map Maker first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Efferil 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 now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

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 has moderate length black hair. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Philantrophist. Bonds: Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: This man wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His hair is red, silky, and of moderate length. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He works hard and plays hard.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. 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. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 4000 gp. Onyx (20 gp). Carnelian (20 gp). Carnelian (20 gp). Obsidian (13 gp). Tourmaline (140 gp). White pearl (140 gp). Black pearl (1200 gp). Peridot (20 gp). Carnelian (20 gp). Pink pearl (140 gp). Jet (140 gp). Jet (140 gp). White pearl (140 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: Standing 4'9", this man dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His hair is golden and curly. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: This man loves poetry and to teach people poetry more than just about anything. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Quarion took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up monstrous two handed axe and armor he uses now. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Job. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 6000 sp. Aquamarine (1300 gp). Moss agate (14 gp). Citrine (30 gp).

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears baggy blue pantaloons and a brown scarf. He is an epitome of beauty. His silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: He was born in a small desert village. 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: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: Just what you see.