Description: This fat western man has a bulbous nose and does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His brown hair is still thick. He has a dull look in his violet eyes.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Vanuath grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Vanuath. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Opinionated, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This late middle aged man has the majority of his body covered in plate and is in decent physical shape. He wears a colorful flower in his brown hair. His green eyes peer out from beneath his feathered pastel hat.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 2000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (300 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1200 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (170 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He usually wears his white robe and has his shield always slung over his shoulder. He has dyed his greying black hair a little too much giving a sharp black color. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. In his 15th year, his parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Naeris alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: He wears skinny pants and wears a black and grey robe with the hood down. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His golden hair is greasy and uncared for. He has several tiny sapphire earrings on each ear.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Born in the south to a Masseuse, Riardon learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and balancing his hectic life and new masseuse responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Ugly, Emotional. Bonds: Rich, Military, Job. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 140 pp.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose green pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He wears his silver hair up in a very large beehive style do. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

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. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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. After a long history of fighting, Tharivol and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: Sardonyx (30 gp).