Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with blue lining and desert motifs, marred by chocolates. His golden hair is knotted and matted. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. 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. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Armorer they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Sellsword, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and he is content

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Family. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 140 pp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He prefers to wear brown clothing when he does not wear armor. His red hair, when down, is lengthy. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. 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: He loathes his own lifestyle; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Gifted, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (800 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears pastel leather gloves, a pastel jacket, and tight pants. He wears a feathered hat to hide his balding. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. A freak accident while working with his Fortune-teller mother left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His chestnut hair is lengthy. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. 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. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He became a Weaver soon after.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 1500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright tan and red, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He is an epitome of beauty. His long golden hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the south. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 6000 sp. Jasper (50 gp). Iolite (50 gp). Obsidian (12 gp). Banded agate (12 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp). Amethyst (110 gp).