Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He is an epitome of beauty. His black hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Laborer. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Navigator profession.

History: Born in the east to a Laborer, Naeris learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. 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 has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Bonds: Attractive, Job, Mentor, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a brown coat over a white low-cut shirt, and a top hat upon his head. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He wears his brown hair up. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Mercenary for the past few years.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 2400 gp. Golden yellow topaz (1500 gp).

Description: This western man is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His clothes are grease stained in places. Sporting a auburn mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his top blue hat.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the west. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. After a long history of fighting, Halimath and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and marry his brother to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 5000 gp. Citrine (70 gp). Golden pearl (100 gp). Violet garnet (1100 gp). Jade (100 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a pickaxe on his belt. His blonde hair is braided into rings. He wears a mask on his face.

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 obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Nim was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. 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. 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.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 14000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor. He carries a battered whip and tarnished sai as well. He keeps his white hair in a flapper bob. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. 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 has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Bowyer.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Cynical, Fearful. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 300 gp.