Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a tan and brown handkerchief worn on his left side. He carries a battered pickaxe and tarnished mace as well. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. Halimath liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Military. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (800 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1400 gp). Solid gold idol (200 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (3000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with black lining and desert motifs. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

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 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: Naeris was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and 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

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His silver hair and beard is wavy and long. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Server but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Koeth grew up listening to his mother's many stories. 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. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Server

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 1400 gp. Finely wrought small gold bracelet (90 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1200 gp).

Description: He wears brown painted combat armor at almost all times, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'7" when asserting himself. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Fortune-teller arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother 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 gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: To be a Weaver again.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Gold music box (3000 gp).

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. His auburn hair and beard is wavy and long. His half smiles and gray eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Eiravel grew up listening to his father's many stories. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). 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: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Just what you see.