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 is renowned for his bright blue suits and hats. His moppish blonde hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Thervan hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when gnolls swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Criminal record, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: Carnelian (60 gp). Eye agate (11 gp). Star rose quartz (60 gp). Zircon (60 gp). Emerald (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 95. 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 has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Elven compassion.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Justice. Flaws: Insane, Racist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy chestnut stubble. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He has a hunchback. He sports a flattop hair cut. This violet eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Stylist but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Stylist 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 wants to meet his childhood hero; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Poor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1100 gp.

Description: He is well dressed, constantly wearing a red suit, grey shirt, and brown tie. His auburn hair is lengthy. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Immeral was born with his father's beautiful face. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Immeral took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He bought a flail and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 240 pp.

Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He carries with him a set of bastard swords, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Halimath was born the youngest of three triplets. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To unite with his sister.

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 900 gp.