Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he dresses well, wearing white shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He wears a colorful flower in his blonde hair. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. In his 12th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He bought a dagger and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Black pearl (600 gp).

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has dyed his greying black hair a little too much giving a sharp black color. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. 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 raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Weaver arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Naal 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. Naal 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. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Weaver.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 1100 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (160 gp).

Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep white leather and dull brown iron scale mail. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He has done his best to style his chestnut hair to look like a famous performer. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 11. 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. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. 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. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 5'4" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is a great chef.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. 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. Himo fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Slave. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Golden yellow topaz (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He wears a brown collared shirt and black pants. He accessorizes with a violet scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: Thamior is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. 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 son.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Sage arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Thamior grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Thamior. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day.

Ideals: Extrovert. Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 1300 gp.