Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it, marred by beers. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy black hair. His eyes are gray and catlike.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 52. 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. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Ostracized due to the divine powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. 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. Dayereth fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light blue in addition to tight pants. He has wavy auburn hair. His green eyes peer out from beneath his small blue hat.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Efferil was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Ostracized due to the martial powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 800 gp. Freshwater pearl (10 gp). Star rose quartz (40 gp).

Description: He wears a tan costume with the symbols of luck on his torso. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His blonde hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Bookbinder born in the past three hundred years. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. 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. He has worked as a Bookbinder like his mother before him.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Mentor. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 180 pp. White pearl (70 gp).

Description: 5'1" and muscular, this southern man is dressed in earthy colors with a white and tan handkerchief worn on his left side. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Naill was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Naill decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Naill fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Athletic, Passionate, Optimist, Fighting. Bonds: Criminal record, Debt. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 1300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with top hat. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His brown hair is braided into rings. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Halimath grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: Just what you see.