Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears white painted combat armor at almost all times. His golden hair is cut short. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his broad white hat.

Personality: Adran is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. 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: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family When Adran reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Extrovert. Bonds: Job, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized topaz on his left hand. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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 now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 100 gp. White pearl (70 gp). Star rose quartz (50 gp). Rock crystal (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He usually wears his white robe and has his scimitar always slung over his shoulder. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His white hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Naill was born with his father's beautiful face. 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 routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: Cloth of gold vestments (170 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1000 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1600 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (600 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (2500 gp).

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and carries bastard swords. His hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. His brown eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. 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 grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Eiravel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Fearful, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears yellow robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a whip, but if one is not available he will default to his morningstar. His brown hair, when down, is lengthy. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He has had some formal writing training, and achieved minor success. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is content

Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 270 pp.