Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He typically wears red cloth garments or leather armor. His hair is white, silky, and of moderate length. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Paelias hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his dancing career. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: A child with a great deal of dancing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). 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 reunite with his old friends; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 1300 gp. Bloodstone (50 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears blue leather gloves, a blue jacket, and tight pants. He sports a flattop hair cut. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

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 happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Armorer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and doesn't want to be a armorer and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Athletic, Joker, Optimist. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather, marred by chocolates. His brown hair is greasy and uncared for. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 1600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He sports brown clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His hair is white and curly. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

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. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 2200 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (400 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (2300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 5'3" southern man, he wears suspenders and blue workpants. His shirt is brown, and he wears a heavy blue leather apron most of the time. His chestnut hair, when down, is lengthy. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. 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: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the south. Fivin was born on a far southern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Weaver. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Athletic, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Guardian. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.