Description: He is scrawny and has patchy brown stubble. He is wearing a long, pastel, dusty cloak. He has a hunchback. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Ahvain lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. A serious injury left his father unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm father. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He is content; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Justice, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Family, Debt. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 100 gp. Eye agate (16 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His chestnut hair and beard is wavy and long. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

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 claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Halimath was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered south to less war torn lands. During his travels, Halimath and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Halimath discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Halimath fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Many gnolls want him driven away; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Joker, Justice. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 700 gp. Embroidered and bejeweled glove (1000 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (170 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2100 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (40 gp).

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination, marred by beers. With a patchy brown beard and wild brown hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his dancing with anyone who is interested.

History: Koeth lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered dancing. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and doesn't want to be a seamstress and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 2300 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1600 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears violet robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a sword, but if one is not available he will default to his morningstar. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He has shaved his head bald. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He comes from a rich eastern family. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is greedy; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 1500 gp. Golden pearl (150 gp). Azurite (13 gp). Chrysoberyl (150 gp). Black pearl (800 gp). Smoky quartz (80 gp).

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears baggy brown pantaloons and a grey scarf. His white hair and beard is wavy and long. His half smiles and blue eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. A true patriot, Carrie would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. A gifted student he started as a Spice Merchant, but he got bored and became a Adventurer. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Military, Job. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 2000 gp.