Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'5" and wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His moppish silver hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Soveliss was born with his mother's beautiful face. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Opinionated, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 1500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He has a large grey mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his yellow robe. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has worked as a Blacksmith like his mother before him.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Flaws: Impulsive, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His hair, while still mostly black, has prominent grey streaks. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Varis speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Crown-heir business.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

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

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. 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, Tharivol is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Tharivol lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the east, 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 east 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 north. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Crown-heir.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 2000 gp. Amber (60 gp). Blue quartz (4 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). Blue quartz (4 gp). Red-brown spinel (60 gp). Onyx (80 gp). Rose (80 gp). Blue sapphire (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His white hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Gifted from a young age, Ahvain studied abroad. Ostracized due to the arcane powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: Just what you see.