Description: This exceptionally lanky man dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a white coat with yellow slacks. He wears his auburn hair down. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Efferil will drive conversation. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing writing.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Efferil took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

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

Ideals: Extrovert, Artistic. Flaws: Addict, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 2000 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His chestnut hair is knotted and matted. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

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. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Halimath has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Disease, Cynical. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 900 gp. Pink pearl (120 gp). Obsidian (11 gp). Blue sapphire (800 gp). Aquamarine (900 gp).

Description: With red face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a worn and beaten armor. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He was born in the east. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found.

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 400 gp. White pearl (80 gp). Rhodochrosite (10 gp).

Description: He wears white 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 shortspear. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His hair is short and blonde. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Born in the north to a Mortician, Laucian learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. A gifted student he started as a Engraver, but he got bored and became a Mortician. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Professionalism, Persistence. Bonds: Job, In love. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 100000 cp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head, marred by beers. His black hair is still thick. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. Theren was born on a far southern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Body Guard. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 70 pp. Chrysoberyl (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item.