Description: He wears a brown vest and prefers green and black shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He carries with him a set of bows, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His brown hair is singed and shortened. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

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 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, Himo is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Himo grew up listening to his mother's many stories. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Emotional. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Knight

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A 5'4" western man, he wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His long blonde hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are brown and beady.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He found a children's book about a Elf Sorcerer who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. In his journeys he found a malevolent artifact. He wishes to return this artifact and its corrupting influence back to where it came.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 40000 cp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has styled his red hair well, parting it to the right. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: Eiravel was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He worked as a nervous Slave Trader and found it very stressful. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: Carnelian (60 gp). Alexandrite (700 gp). Blue sapphire (1100 gp). Blue sapphire (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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: To end his boredom; and he is content

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Shy, Mundane. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He wears pastel robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a dagger, but if one is not available he will default to his greataxe. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His brown hair, when down, is lengthy. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: Gennal hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his painting career. 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: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He took after his father in leading caravans. Because they were valued, his father taught him to defend himself. When his father died while fighting drow, the young Gennal began to lead the lost caravan. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Artistic, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 1800 gp.