Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears green trousers with tan and grey striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. With bright golden hair and a scraggly beard. His ears are large.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the south. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Uthemar was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This malnourished man is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He sports a long golden beard, and similarly colored long hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady violet eyes.

Personality: Efferil 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... His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the east. Efferil was born on a far eastern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Bounty Hunter. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Efferil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 1100 gp. Sardonyx (30 gp). Deep blue spinel (700 gp). Blue sapphire (1100 gp). Rock crystal (30 gp). Carnelian (30 gp). Alexandrite (700 gp). Aquamarine (700 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1100 gp).

Description: This light-skinned male dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. With bright golden hair and a scraggly beard. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Laucian isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

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. 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 hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

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: Disease, Selfish. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 1200 gp. Zircon (80 gp). Blue quartz (12 gp). White opal (800 gp).

Description: He stands about 5'2" and prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes dire rats are coming to abduct people. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Bounty Hunter arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. As a young child he wandered into the woods despite his father's warnings against it. Afterwards he claimed he had encountered dire rats who tried to eat his hand. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Revenge.

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 60000 cp.

Description: This man stands a little under 4'9" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a trident on his belt. His red hair is singed and shortened. He has hazel eyes.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. Quarion is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Through the years after Quarion was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Quarion's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Shoemaker they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Armorer, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family, Religious. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 80 pp. Solid gold idol (1200 gp). Gold music box (2000 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (40 gp).