Description: He wears white trousers with violet and yellow striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He is bald on top and has large white tufts of hair around his ears. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. 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 is a Succubi in disguise. At a young age his mother died while driving off some drow. His father being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in dagger use. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and many drow want him driven away

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He is renowned for his bright pastel suits and hats. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He has shaved his head bald. His eyes are green 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. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Ivellios was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Family, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 2100 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (700 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (80 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (80 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears skinny pants and wears a tan and red robe with the hood down. His blonde hair is braided into rings. His eyes are gray and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. 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: Ahvain was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 2000 gp. Violet garnet (700 gp). Sardonyx (80 gp). Chrysoprase (80 gp).

Description: This man typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep green leather and dull blue iron scale mail, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His hair is brown and very short. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. A freak accident while working with his Scribe father left him crippled. During his travels, Ahvain and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Ahvain discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Ahvain fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and to reunite with his absent father

Flaws: Depressed, Hedonist, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 100 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He typically wears blue cloth garments or leather armor. His auburn hair and beard is wavy and long. His green eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He got into the Hunter business at a young age. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Hunter responsibilities is difficult; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Impeccable, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

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.