Description: He is wearing a long, green cloak. He carries with him a set of swords on his belt, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. His hair is long and golden with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small green clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. A freak accident while working with his Engraver father left him crippled. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Disease, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 30000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a simple black robe with brown stripes complete with hood. He wears his red hair up in a very large beehive style do. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Soveliss was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. 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. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 120 pp.

Description: Standing 5'0", this man is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His chestnut hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. Aust 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. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Spice Merchant. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Has a crush, Slave. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 1600 gp. Deep blue spinel (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many red ritualistic tattoos. He has a large brown mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his red robe. His hair is silver and curly. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 40 pp. Black pearl (1200 gp). Rock crystal (20 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). Moonstone (20 gp). Eye agate (14 gp).

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears brown leather gloves, a brown jacket, and tight pants. He is bald on top and has large red tufts of hair around his ears. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. 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 hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

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

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Disease. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: Just what you see.