Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'0" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a grey vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his grey boots flare out at the collars. Sporting a golden mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Dreali lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Dreali was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Some 8 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Dreali never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Military, Family, In love. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He typically wears brown cloth garments or leather armor. He carries with him a set of crossbows, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears his brown hair up in a very large beehive style do. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. 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: To settle down with his crush; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Persistence. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Banded agate (11 gp).

Description: He is in excellent shape and is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. The war was a terrible time for him, and Fivin does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy silver stubble. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He has a hunchback. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Ahvain wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Ahvain was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Disciplined, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: Blue quartz (15 gp). Silver pearl (110 gp). Deep blue spinel (700 gp). Blue quartz (15 gp). Blue quartz (15 gp). White opal (400 gp). Red-brown spinel (110 gp). Golden yellow topaz (700 gp). Aquamarine (700 gp). Citrine (80 gp). Rock crystal (80 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His tied-back hair is black. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He was granted divine powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Criminal record. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 500 gp. Emerald (1600 gp). Banded agate (8 gp). Pink pearl (110 gp). Obsidian (8 gp). Blue star sapphire (1600 gp).