Description: He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He carries with him a set of greatswords, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. Sporting a white mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. 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 in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: This malnourished man wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His hair is red and curly. This amber eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). 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.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Religious. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: Sapphire pendant on gold chain (700 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). Solid gold idol (400 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Gold music box (1000 gp). Solid gold idol (400 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (300 gp).

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He prefers to wear flannel, marred by beers. His red hair is matted, messy, and big. He has amber eyes and a blue hat with a green feather.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was raised in a island tribe. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He's also a talented Brewer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 1300 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He usually wears his violet robe and has his rapier always slung over his shoulder. His silver hair and beard is wavy and long. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

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 has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. In his 19th 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 orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thamior fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Cynical, Fearful. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 180 pp. Hematite (5 gp). Eye agate (5 gp). Moss agate (5 gp). Rose (50 gp). Rhodochrosite (5 gp).

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears dull white sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed scimitar, just in case. He sports a long brown beard, and similarly colored long hair. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and wants to raise his children well

Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Rich, Military, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 8000 sp.