Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His white hair and beard is wavy and long. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

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. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. Laucian was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Laucian decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and sports brown clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His white hair is cut short. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born in a small desert village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Raer took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scythe and armor he uses now. He's also a talented Barrister, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Justice, Joker. Bonds: Nature, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears baggy black pantaloons and a green scarf, and a wedding ring on his right hand. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Knight arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he's looking for his big break

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: In love, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Blue quartz (10 gp). Onyx (60 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Moss agate (10 gp). Sardonyx (60 gp). Red-brown spinel (40 gp). Moss agate (10 gp). Freshwater pearl (10 gp). Emerald (500 gp).

Description: This man has the majority of his body covered in plate, and sports empty pouches on his belt. With bright brown hair and a scraggly beard. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Rolen grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 150 pp. Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp). Solid gold idol (800 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1000 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1000 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His red hair is cut short. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Berrian embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. In his 15th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. During his travels, Berrian and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Berrian discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Berrian fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 90 pp. Jet (80 gp).