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 yellow leather gloves, a yellow jacket, and tight pants. His hair is auburn and curly. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Sage but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. A freak accident while working with his Detective mother left him crippled. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Guardian, Rich. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears brown painted combat armor at almost all times. His white hair is unkempt and raggedy. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 2000 gp. Old masterpiece painting (1000 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (150 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (150 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (2000 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (150 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (600 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around his neck, and a morningstar on his belt. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy black hair. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson green hat.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. 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 born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Dayereth was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: Many orcs want him driven away; and doesn't want to be a cartwright and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Family. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He has a missing right arm. He wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a shield on his belt. His blonde hair is still thick. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Efferil was born with his mother's beautiful face. Efferil 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. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 7000 sp. Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (2000 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His hair is short and black. His eyes are gray and beady.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He got into the Mason business at a young age. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the north were limited. He struck the Mason job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and balancing his hectic life and new mason responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 60 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.