Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it. His black hair is knotted and matted. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Mercenary but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Gifted, Pacifist, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: Bloodstone (80 gp). Fire opal (400 gp). Citrine (80 gp).

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His hair, while still mostly brown, has prominent grey streaks. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He took after his mother in leading caravans. Because they were valued, his mother taught him to defend himself. When his mother died while fighting dire rats, the young Ahvain began to lead the lost caravan. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away; and he wants revenge against dire rats

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: He typically wears red cloth garments or leather armor. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 5 years.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Job, Nature, Mentor. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 4000 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 is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many white ritualistic tattoos. He wears a tight fitting black shirt and pants. His silver hair is knotted and matted. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. 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 wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. 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. After months of barely getting by, Berrian managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac.

Ideals: Optimist, Joker. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears suspenders and black workpants. His shirt is brown, and he wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his halberd, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. His blonde hair is thinning but still full. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Rolen grew up listening to his mother's many stories. His psionic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Slave. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1200 gp).