Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His brown hair is greasy and uncared for. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Glassblower arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 1500 gp.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He has done his best to style his brown hair to look like a famous performer. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 3000 gp. Chrysoberyl (120 gp). Sard (70 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1100 gp). Chrysoberyl (120 gp). Malachite (11 gp). White opal (1000 gp). Star ruby (1000 gp). Violet garnet (1100 gp). Moss agate (11 gp).

Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep tan leather and dull violet iron scale mail. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly clubs and axes. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 5000 sp. Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp).

Description: He is a husky man, who wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His silver hair is smooth and relatively long. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: Gifted from a young age, Gennal studied abroad. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has dedicated himself to building a better kind of golem.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 2000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'9" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He sports blue clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He keeps his long brown hair kept up in a rat tail. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Fivin isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Gifted from a young age, Fivin studied abroad. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Fivin took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. He's also a talented Bowyer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and expand his business

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Barber

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 1800 gp.