Description: This man is tall and muscular. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing white cape and mantle trimmed with soft violet waves gently in the breeze. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy red hair. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Halimath reached his early adolescence his Elf father 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. After months of barely getting by, Halimath managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable.

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 7000 sp. Deep blue spinel (500 gp). Blue sapphire (900 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (900 gp). Red-brown spinel (90 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a red costume with the symbols of his god on his torso. His chestnut hair is singed and shortened. He is baby faced.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: Eiravel was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered painting. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Persistence, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 120000 cp. A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (40 gp). An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (40 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears dark leathers with embroidery, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has styled his silver hair well, parting it to the left. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. 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. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, Guardian. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears suspenders and grey workpants. His shirt is green, and he wears a heavy grey leather apron most of the time. He sports a flattop hair cut. His eyes are blue.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Aelar lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it; and doesn't want to be a priest and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Family, Enemies. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He sports a long black beard, and similarly colored long hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Fivin hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He takes great joy in being the best Server in town.

History: Fivin was born with his mother's beautiful face. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 140 pp. Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Gold music box (2000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.