Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His silver hair is greasy and uncared for. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

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. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Disciplined, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 7000 sp. Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp).

Description: 4'11" and muscular, this eastern man wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has no hair. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Immeral abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. During his travels, Immeral and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Immeral discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Immeral fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 6000 sp.

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He wears a colorful flower in his red hair. This violet eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Born in the west to a Courier, Vanuath learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His first spouse was a Assassin, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and regain custody of his son

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Job, Family. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His hair is cut close to his head. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. 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: To clean up the streets; and he is greedy

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Guardian. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a black armored body suit, with a simple white line shooting up and back down, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'4" when asserting himself. His brown hair and beard is wavy and long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He is a Lamia in disguise. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.