Description: He stands about 5'0" and dresses well, wearing blue shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Immeral was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. When Immeral reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. 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: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Carnelian (60 gp). Blue quartz (12 gp). Blue sapphire (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He keeps his white hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

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 was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature warhammer.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Slave, Attractive, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He keeps his long brown hair kept up in a rat tail. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. 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: He is content; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Selfish, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Alexandrite (1300 gp). Alexandrite (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. His silver hair is greasy and uncared for. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. Thamior 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. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: A deep hatred of gnolls; and revenge

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep yellow leather and dull brown iron scale mail. He wears a Stetson hat to cover his moderate length white hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. 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: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his mother. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and elven compassion

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 700 gp.