Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He is typically in his Mercenary uniform. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has wavy chestnut hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is a Mercenary first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Born in the north to a Mercenary, Efferil learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He struck the Mercenary job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Slave, Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: Solid gold idol (900 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (900 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a green collared shirt and tan pants. He accessorizes with a green scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: Adran lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Adran fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Pacifist, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Silver pearl (120 gp). White pearl (120 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. Sporting a red mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. 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: He got into the Spice Merchant business at a young age. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Spice Merchant. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Spice Merchant.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 6000 gp. Violet garnet (1600 gp). Chrysoberyl (140 gp). Violet garnet (1600 gp). Pink pearl (140 gp). Moss agate (4 gp). Golden pearl (140 gp). Golden pearl (140 gp). Carnelian (40 gp). Rock crystal (40 gp). Red spinel (140 gp). Black pearl (1600 gp). Moss agate (4 gp). 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He tends to wear a yellow poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He keeps his long silver hair kept up in a rat tail. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Quarion speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

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. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Slave, Immigrant. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 200 pp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He is an epitome of beauty. With a patchy auburn beard and wild auburn hair. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson brown hat.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father 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. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: Just what you see.