Description: He is renowned for his bright white suits and hats. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his flail, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. He is bald on top and has large brown tufts of hair around his ears. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: Riardon was raised in a hard working conservative environment. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: Expand his business; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: He is a pot bellied eastern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing green cape and mantle trimmed with soft blue waves gently in the breeze. His auburn hair is cut short. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing painting.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Artistic. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 2000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 5'1" and muscular, this eastern man wears baggy tan pantaloons and a white scarf. His chestnut hair is lengthy. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines green.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Glassblower. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Koeth fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He prefers to wear grey clothing when he does not wear armor. His hair is short and white. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Rolen hails from a village terrorized by orcs. He moved out west to avoid the crime he committed. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Enemies, Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1200 gp.

Description: He stands about 5'0" and wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has a very tight haircut. His half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. 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, Fivin is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He is a Slaad in disguise. Fivin 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 spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.

Ideals: Professionalism, Justice. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.