Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He is dressed in a clean brown cloak covering his clean studded leather. His auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Spice Merchant work with an outfit from a few towns over. Spice Merchant work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Armorer they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Spice Merchant, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Persistence, Fighting. Bonds: Rich, Job, Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 500 gp. White pearl (70 gp). Iolite (30 gp). Deep blue spinel (500 gp). Lapis lazuli (7 gp).

Description: He stands about 4'11" and tends to wear a white poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He keeps his long auburn hair kept up in a rat tail. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Tharivol grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. After a long history of fighting, Tharivol and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 2000 gp. Banded agate (11 gp). Deep blue spinel (600 gp). Black pearl (600 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This fat western man has a bulbous nose and wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with top hat. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His auburn hair is lengthy. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is a Masseuse first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Masseuse. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: To be a Mercenary again; and expand his business

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 1100 gp. White opal (800 gp). Deep green spinel (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: With grey face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears long strands of topaz and short green dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His brown hair has been sun bleached extensively. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. 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 granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and money/treasure

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 400 gp. Carnelian (40 gp). Rhodochrosite (13 gp). Bloodstone (40 gp). Hematite (13 gp).

Description: He wears skinny pants and wears a white and blue robe with the hood down. He has blonde hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Nutae hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has dedicated himself to building a better village for his children.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Artistic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 80 pp. Malachite (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item.