Description: This man stands a little under 5'0" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He tends to wear a violet poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His hair is silver and curly. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. In his 13th year, his parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Naill alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by dire rats. Naill was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 1600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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 red hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker black hat.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. The war was a terrible time for him, and Fivin does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fivin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Pacifist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 60 pp.

Description: Standing 5'3", this man is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He wears his silver hair up. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He got into the Fletcher business at a young age. 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. 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: To get a good night's sleep; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Selfish, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 1300 gp. Tourmaline (70 gp). Black opal (800 gp). Lapis lazuli (5 gp). Rose (20 gp). Golden pearl (70 gp).

Description: A 5'3" northern man, he wears green leather gloves, a green jacket, and tight pants. He has wavy golden hair. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Uthemar grew up listening to his father's many stories. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He wears bulky white painted plate armor. He carries with him a set of shortspears on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 47. 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 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: Tharivol lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. 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. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Healer they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Sellsword, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: A deep hatred of illithids; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Family, Enemies. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 60000 cp.