Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a brown vest and prefers black and yellow shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. Being a Shoemaker kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His hair is golden and curly. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Berrian grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. 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: Wants to work out more often; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Adventurer, Attractive. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied eastern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He has no hair. His eyes are amber.

Personality: Thamior 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... Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. He worked as a nervous Dyer and found it very stressful. He struck the Dyer job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: To be a Mercenary again.

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears a green vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His tan leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his green boots flare out at the collars. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized ruby on his right hand. He has red hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: He was born in the north. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and his religion dominates his actions

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Rich, Family, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: Azurite (12 gp). Banded agate (12 gp). Freshwater pearl (12 gp). Alexandrite (400 gp). White opal (1400 gp). Golden yellow topaz (400 gp). Golden pearl (120 gp). Red spinel (120 gp). Lapis lazuli (12 gp). Peridot (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears dull violet sweaters, loose white pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed crossbow, just in case. His hair is short and red. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 91. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. 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. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Galinndan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Old masterpiece painting (2100 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1600 gp). 1 Medium magic item.