Description: He has a large brown mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his pastel robe. He carries with him a set of halberds, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He keeps his red hair in a flapper bob. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

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. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Quarion was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Quarion fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 30000 cp. A pair of blacksmith’s puzzle; each has a pair of interlocked iron designs that users try to take apart and put back together (40 gp).

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized white coat. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He has dyed his greying chestnut hair a little too much giving a sharp chestnut color. He has brown 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 does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Born to a Architect, his father struggled to pay the bills. Aramil was born on a far northern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Weaver. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1600 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1400 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak. He is physically well-built. His black hair is unkempt and raggedy. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. 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, Enialis is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Enialis lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a violet coat over a yellow low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon his head. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy silver hair. This amber eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. 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 east. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Dilettante and was forced into it by his family; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Opinionated. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 4000 sp. Onyx (30 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (600 gp). Eye agate (10 gp).

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His hair is chestnut and very short. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Himo speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. 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 was born several months after his mother was called into army service. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Himo was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Himo fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, In love, Military. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 700 gp. Moss agate (14 gp).