Description: This northern man wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His clothes are grease stained in places. His hair is silver and curly. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. In his 12th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 2000 sp. Sardonyx (40 gp).

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane, and carries quarterstaffs. He has styled his golden hair well, parting it to the left. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. 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: Rael was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. Through the years after Rael was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Rael's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. 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. Rael fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 2000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He very much looks the part of a Ruler. His blonde hair is braided into rings. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A freak accident while working with his Carter mother left him crippled. He struck the Ruler job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy, Hedonist, Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 130 pp.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears skinny pants and wears a grey and black robe with the hood down. His silver hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

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. 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: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Logical, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive, Insane. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 1000 sp. Rhodochrosite (10 gp). Citrine (30 gp). Moss agate (10 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears a tight fitting violet shirt and pants. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized topaz on his right hand. His chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. He has gray eyes and a violet hat with a yellow feather.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. In his youth he was a Apothecary, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Flaws: Shy, PTSD. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 600 gp.