Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He sports tan clothing, slightly heavier than average wear, marred by chocolates. His hair is golden and curly. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Arannis 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. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Mason hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 90 pp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Bounty Hunter business.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He's also a talented Layabout, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and expand his business

Ideals: Justice, Persistence, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears tattered old clothes. His long black hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are blue and beady.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving 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: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Theren was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Being born in the north, 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 north 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 west. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Family. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He typically wears tan cloth garments or leather armor. He wears his red hair up in a very large beehive style do. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 31. 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 takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Seamstress for the past few years.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and to be a bookbinder again

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Military, Has a crush. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1000 gp. Fiery yellow corundum (1100 gp). Fire opal (1100 gp). Moonstone (70 gp). Carnelian (70 gp). Black star sapphire (1100 gp). Aquamarine (1300 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1300 gp). Eye agate (7 gp). Deep blue spinel (1300 gp). Blue quartz (7 gp). Coral (130 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep blue leather and dull violet iron scale mail. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His brown hair is thinning but still full. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

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 does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of drow may trigger it at times.

History: Beiro was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. As a very small child his family refused to pay dues to a local crime lord, who ordered them killed. His mother, a somewhat powerful mage sought to protect him and cast a teleportation spell that whisked him away. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Bounty Hunter they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Carter, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Enemies, Family. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 900 gp.