Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His moppish auburn hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He uses divination through singing.

History: The child of a Stylist, who enjoyed hunting, Riardon was taken on many hunting expeditions. 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 has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Many giants want him driven away; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 1000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (500 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (800 gp). Jeweled anklet (2000 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized blue coat. He is bald on top and has large auburn tufts of hair around his ears. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He has all his life been fascinated with music.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered music. He has never given up on his music dream.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Professionalism, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 120 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His silver hair is still thick. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. 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, Raer is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Raer was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 2000 gp. Fiery yellow corundum (600 gp). Azurite (13 gp). Sard (30 gp). Star ruby (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many black ritualistic tattoos. He wears long strands of amethyst and short brown dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He has a long auburn beard with little hanging trinkets. His eyes are likewise brown.

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. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Heian was born on a far western plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Marshal. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 1000 pp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2300 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (50 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (150 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Gold music box (2000 gp). A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (50 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (150 gp). Gold music box (2000 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (400 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (150 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2300 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2300 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (150 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (400 gp).

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Dilettante. His black hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His eyes are violet.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family His father 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: An old rival family wants him found; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Athletic, Joker, Persistence. Bonds: Enemies, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 600 gp. Eye agate (14 gp). Jet (100 gp).