Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He has wavy blonde hair. His ears are large.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. In his 18th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 600 gp. Rose (50 gp). Hematite (14 gp).

Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has shaved his head bald. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Efferil was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Efferil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To pay off his debts; and he made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Justice, Persistence. Bonds: Criminal record, Debt. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has no hair. His eyes are hazel and beady.

Personality: Quarion 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... As he has aged he has sought to do reparations for his actions as a youth. He is also making sure that his compatriots who never received punishment for their crimes are brought to justice.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Criminal record, Mentor. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (2400 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His hair is black, silky, and of moderate length. 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 will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Beggar arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He's in love; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Rich. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears just a brown suit. He has shaved his head bald. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. After coming to the age of reason, Thamior took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Terse. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.