Description: This southern man wears a blue shirt, with a violet mid length shorts with violet tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His clothes are grease stained in places. His black hair is lengthy. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Dreali was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature scythe.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 1500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He carries with him a set of spears, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His red hair and beard is wavy and long. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the west. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is greedy

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears pastel painted combat armor at almost all times. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has a long white beard with little hanging trinkets. 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 has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A freak accident while working with his Fisher mother left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He prefers to wear brown clothing when he does not wear armor. His blonde hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are amber and catlike.

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. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Lucan took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sword and armor he uses now. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, 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 brown hair is thinning but still full. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Performer but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Adventurer, Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 200 pp. Jeweled gold crown (5000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (50 gp).