Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He has wavy silver hair. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

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. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

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 arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Forgetful. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 300 gp. Chrysoberyl (40 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Locksmith but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Riardon was born with his mother's beautiful face. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. 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. Riardon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Pacifist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 300 gp. Red garnet (90 gp). Moss agate (14 gp). Citrine (60 gp).

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His head has been shaved. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Thervan grew up listening to his mother's many stories. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 60 pp. Rock crystal (60 gp). Chalcedony (60 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Rhodochrosite (14 gp).

Description: He is wearing a tight yellow one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his bastard sword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a rose on it. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His eyes are gray and beady.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Fortune-teller. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was born in a small island village. He moved out east to avoid the crime he committed. He has worked as a Fortune-teller like his father before him.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 120 pp. Jasper (50 gp). Black pearl (500 gp). Aquamarine (500 gp). Amethyst (160 gp). Citrine (50 gp). Pink pearl (160 gp). Moss agate (14 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his scythe with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His red hair has been sun bleached extensively. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Efferil 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 bought a scythe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to prove his worth to the world

Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist, Impulsive, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.