Description: This malnourished man dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy red 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: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Born to a Shepherd, his father struggled to pay the bills. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. 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: To get a good night's sleep.

Flaws: Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 800 gp. Obsidian (9 gp). Azurite (9 gp).

Description: This fat northern man has a bulbous nose and wears a green vest and prefers violet and brown shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His red hair, when down, is lengthy. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A freak accident while working with his Guard mother left him crippled. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Disease. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He prefers to wear flannel. His long white hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 22. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family A gifted student he started as a Tailor, but he got bored and became a Soapmaker. He's also a talented Tailor, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Insane, Fearful, Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 800 gp. Alexandrite (700 gp). Star ruby (1500 gp). Golden yellow topaz (700 gp). Blue star sapphire (1500 gp). Eye agate (16 gp). Azurite (16 gp). Deep blue spinel (700 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He usually wears his grey robe and has his warhammer always slung over his shoulder. His black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane, Shy, Mundane. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 1900 gp. Embroidered and bejeweled glove (3000 gp).

Description: He 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. He has a very tight haircut. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Rael is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. 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: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.