Description: This exceptionally lanky 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 short and white. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Quarion hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his painting career. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. 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 has passion for adventuring and risk; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Artistic, Joker. Bonds: Adventurer, Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 180 pp. Moonstone (60 gp). Coral (50 gp). Malachite (13 gp). Rhodochrosite (13 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His tied-back hair is blonde. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and retire the richest man in the west

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy, Secretive. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 1200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 5'0" and tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with dancing. He constantly tries to fill his life with dancing. 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, Lucan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He got into the Cook business at a young age. Lucan was born on a far southern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Cook. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Cook.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Artistic, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 1400 gp.

Description: This man stands a little under 4'9" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His hair is short and blonde. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Servant business.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Quarion has worked very hard to control his curse. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Disease, Racist. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears suspenders and tan workpants. His shirt is brown, and he wears a heavy tan leather apron most of the time. He carries with him a set of flails on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He has black hair. His eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 900 gp. Blue star sapphire (1600 gp). Freshwater pearl (16 gp). Chrysoberyl (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.