Description: A stocky darker skinned man, 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. His golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Vanuath hails from a village terrorized by goblins. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 12000 gp. Alexandrite (1000 gp). Blue sapphire (1300 gp). Zircon (60 gp). Azurite (5 gp). Emerald (1300 gp). Black pearl (1000 gp). Rhodochrosite (5 gp). Violet garnet (1000 gp). Sard (60 gp). Banded agate (5 gp). Sardonyx (60 gp). Bloodstone (60 gp). Canary diamond (4000 gp). Violet garnet (1000 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He has a large yellow mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his brown robe, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'7" when asserting himself. His hair is long and silver with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small yellow clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Quarion is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a Herbalist, his mother struggled to pay the bills. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Quarion has worked very hard to control his curse. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: To be a Herbalist again.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 5000 gp. Embroidered and bejeweled glove (4000 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1600 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1400 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (500 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (110 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1400 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1600 gp). An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (30 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears tattered old clothes. He has moderate length chestnut hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He was born in a small forest village. He moved out north to avoid the crime he committed. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 1600 gp. A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His moppish brown hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born in a small forest village. Tharivol liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tharivol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Nature, Religious. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 1100 gp.

Description: 5'1" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears a fancy red suit. His hair is black and very short. His gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. 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. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and he desires to right it; and a deep hatred of drow

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Disease, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 1100 gp. Silver ewer (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.