Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He prefers to wear flannel. His hair is white and curly. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

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. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Sculptor. He's also a talented Guard, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Joker, Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Sculptor

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

Possessions: 10000 cp.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of drow may trigger it at times.

History: Riardon lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When Riardon reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Masseuse for hire.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and a deep hatred of drow

Bonds: Attractive, Job, Enemies, Family, Military. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 600 gp. Moonstone (40 gp). Bloodstone (40 gp). Star ruby (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This eastern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears yellow leather gloves, a yellow jacket, and tight pants. His hair is short and blonde. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: Ahvain wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Disciplined, Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Old masterpiece painting (900 gp).

Description: He has a large grey mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his green robe. He carries with him a set of lances, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His blonde hair is cut short. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Guard. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He tends to his Guard job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Slave. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears baggy green pantaloons and a tan scarf. His chestnut hair is unkempt and raggedy. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

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 tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Rolen took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sword and armor he uses now. He bought a sword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Joker, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 2800 gp. Iolite (40 gp). Amethyst (70 gp). Malachite (11 gp).