Description: He wears just a white suit. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly quarterstaffs and crossbows. His red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Born to a Armorer, his father struggled to pay the bills. 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. Adran took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. He bought a quarterstaff and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and to get a good night's sleep

Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Criminal record, Guardian, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 1200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He has a large tan mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his blue robe. His hair is blonde and curly. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed tan hat.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. As a very small child his family refused to pay dues to a local crime lord, who ordered them killed. His father, a somewhat powerful mage sought to protect him and cast a teleportation spell that whisked him away. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature, Family. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 170 pp. A delicate brass dragon egg (100 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His brown hair is still thick. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

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 very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

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. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Naal was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: He wants revenge against brigands; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Disciplined. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 1400 gp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears professional attire. His auburn hair is still thick. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Eiravel wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... A true patriot, Eiravel would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When Eiravel reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. After a long history of fighting, Eiravel and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

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

Description: He wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a club, but if one is not available he will default to his scythe. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are likewise brown.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Shy, PTSD. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: Jeweled electrum ring (4000 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1100 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1700 gp).