Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He wears his silver hair up in a very large beehive style do. His eyes are hazel and beady.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving The war was a terrible time for him, and Naeris 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 a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When Naeris 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. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Naeris fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 2900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a red cloak and cross-gartered brown stockings. He has a long golden beard with little hanging trinkets. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. His childhood dream was to be a Barkeep, but he was a colossal failure. Being a Spy kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He is content; and to be a barkeep again

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: Citrine (20 gp). Carnelian (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a longsword on his belt. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His brown hair is long and unkept. This hazel eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his dancing with anyone who is interested.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His first spouse was a Unemployed, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: This dark-skinned male wears a tan costume with the symbols of luck on his torso. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. 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: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Persistence, Philantrophist. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 4000 gp. Freshwater pearl (8 gp). Rock crystal (30 gp). Black pearl (800 gp). Zircon (30 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). White opal (400 gp). Deep green spinel (50 gp). Golden pearl (50 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. 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 extraordinarily eccentric. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Bricklayer. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Bricklayer for the past few years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Insomniac, Insane, Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 800 gp. Chalcedony (70 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp). Citrine (70 gp). Red spinel (60 gp).