Description: This man wears a green collared shirt and tan pants. He accessorizes with a yellow scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized jet on his left hand. His silver hair is heavily combed to the left. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered east to less war torn lands. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is greedy

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Shy, Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 1500 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp).

Description: He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His golden hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Berrian was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Logical, Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 100 gp. Aquamarine (500 gp). Jasper (80 gp). Onyx (80 gp).

Description: He is lean but muscular and sports black clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He sports a long golden beard, and similarly colored long hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: Gifted from a young age, Vanuath studied abroad. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur, Persistence. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 6000 sp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (70 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1200 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is auburn and very short. His eyes are gray.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Rael will drive conversation. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Rael was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Poor. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 4000 sp. Lapis lazuli (5 gp).

Description: He dresses like a well dressed Mason does, and he perpetually has his warhammer ready. His silver hair is braided into rings. His eyes are gray and he is always smoking a pipe.

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. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tharivol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and a deep hatred of illithids

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Smoky quartz (80 gp). Tourmaline (100 gp). Bloodstone (80 gp).