Description: He wears violet robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a spear, but if one is not available he will default to his bow. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His black hair is singed and shortened. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 1500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears suspenders and black workpants. His shirt is tan, and he wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time. His silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered west to less war torn lands. He tends to his Beggar job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He keeps his long chestnut hair kept up in a rat tail. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: Erevan was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. At a young age his mother died while driving off some dire rats. His father being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in lance use. Being a Stylist kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.

Ideals: Persistence, Fighting. Bonds: Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'1" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He comes from a rich western 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. 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 is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Terse, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: An older man who wears black painted combat armor at almost all times, he is not a threatening figure. He wears his brown hair down. His ears are large.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Occupation: Server

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: Just what you see.