Description: A man of a pale complexion, he prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He has a chestnut handlebar mustache and slicked back chestnut hair. His half smiles and brown eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Masseuse they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Server, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Server

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears bulky green painted plate armor. He carries with him a set of warhammers on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. His chestnut hair is singed and shortened. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Born to a Fisher, his mother struggled to pay the bills. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Fisher they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Roofer, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Religious, Poor. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 500 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (900 gp). Solid gold idol (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has the majority of his body covered in plate. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly rapiers and spears. He sports a long black beard, and similarly colored long hair. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Criminal record, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 800 gp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (90 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'9". He very much looks the part of a Sculptor, and his gloved hand is found clutching a lance. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He has hazel eyes.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He takes great joy in being the best Sculptor in town.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Cartwright they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Sculptor, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter.

Bonds: Job, Military, Family. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 120 pp. Malachite (10 gp). Chrysoberyl (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light white in addition to tight pants. He carries with him a set of flails, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is red and curly. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 91. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of illithids may trigger it at times.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. 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 has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature flail.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and revenge

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 500 gp. Zircon (60 gp). 1 Disguise kit.