Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a white coat over a green low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon his head. His hair, while still mostly silver, 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 someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Riardon took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up rapier and armor he uses now. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Flaws: Insomniac, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Nature. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He wears a robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a greataxe on his belt. His silver hair is unkempt and raggedy. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Slave Trader for the past few years.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 1200 gp. Star ruby (1400 gp). Jet (130 gp). Jet (130 gp).

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Halimath will drive conversation. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. 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. Now he works as a singing tutor during his time off.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Extrovert, Logical, Artistic. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

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 white hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He uses divination through singing.

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. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. 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. Riardon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Optimist, Gifted. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 130 pp.

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane, and carries shortspears. His silver hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 400 gp. Lapis lazuli (10 gp). Eye agate (10 gp). 1 Minor magic item.