Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'0" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He dresses in blue turtlenecks beneath a grey coat with tan slacks. His hair is cut close to his head. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1400 gp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (110 gp). Jeweled anklet (1000 gp). Gold music box (1000 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His red hair and beard is wavy and long. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Varis was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 1000 pp. Amethyst (80 gp). Rose (60 gp). Jasper (60 gp). Lapis lazuli (10 gp). Lapis lazuli (10 gp). Sard (60 gp). Freshwater pearl (10 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (10 gp). Rich purple corundum (400 gp). Banded agate (10 gp). Brown-green garnet (80 gp). Malachite (10 gp). Sardonyx (60 gp). Blue sapphire (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a white tunic with red highlights, and long black pants that bunch up around his shoes. His red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Ahvain was born on a far northern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Miller. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a blue tunic with tan highlights, and long black pants that bunch up around his shoes. He carries with him a set of clubs, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His red hair is unkempt and raggedy. He has hazel eyes.

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. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Rolen 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. Rolen 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. 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: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 1100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Aramil was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Beggar they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Scribe, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 900 gp.