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. His blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Soapmaker arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 60000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many black ritualistic tattoos. He wears a tan cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Guard arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). During his travels, Theriatis and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Theriatis discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Theriatis fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 1200 gp. Carnelian (20 gp). Tourmaline (160 gp). Chrysoprase (20 gp). Chalcedony (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is dressed in an above average manner. He wears his brown hair down. 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 always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. 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. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Brewer for the past few years.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to get a good night's sleep

Flaws: Insomniac, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Religious. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 2000 sp. Carnelian (20 gp). Zircon (20 gp). Iolite (20 gp). Obsidian (7 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'0" when asserting himself. His long chestnut hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He has achieved small success as a Armorer.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Religious, In love, Job. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 50000 cp. Solid gold idol (200 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (150 gp).

Description: An older man who wears a tan Stetson hat and tan clothes, he is not a threatening figure. He has done his best to style his chestnut hair to look like a famous performer. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He's also a talented Bricklayer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Hedonist, Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 500 gp. Black pearl (500 gp). Sard (20 gp).