Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a grey shirt, with a pastel mid length shorts with pastel tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His white hair is thinning but still full. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. 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: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Tharivol grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Tharivol. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 700 gp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1000 gp).

Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a green coat, and he perpetually has his warhammer ready. His hair is chestnut and very short. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. The war was a terrible time for him, and Varis does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed, Mundane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 4000 gp. Citrine (40 gp). Jade (90 gp). Violet garnet (200 gp). Obsidian (8 gp). Red spinel (90 gp). Aquamarine (200 gp). Sardonyx (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This slender man stands about 5'0". He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 62. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was born into a rich family. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and an old rival family wants him found

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Rich, Family. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 5000 sp. Sard (70 gp). 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Full Plate.

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. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy silver hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. Rael is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Family. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Star rose quartz (20 gp). Tourmaline (150 gp). Hematite (7 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with green colored cloaks and clothing. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. A freak accident while working with his Shepherd mother left him crippled. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and money/treasure

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 4000 gp.