Description: He usually wears his pastel robe and has his sickle always slung over his shoulder. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly sickles and falchions. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are violet and catlike.

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. He is fiercely devoted to his mother, and views his mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-sister.

History: Gifted from a young age, Paelias studied abroad. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Paelias was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Criminal record, Family, Military. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 1400 gp. Alexandrite (400 gp). Alexandrite (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scimitar, but if one is not available he will default to his longbow, marred by sweets. His silver hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He got into the Stylist business at a young age. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Stylist. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Stylist for the past few years.

Motivation: To be a Soapmaker again; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Impulsive. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Scandinavian accent

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

Description: He is typically in his Guard uniform. He carries with him a set of nunchakus, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He hates orcs. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Dayereth was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He worked as a nervous Guard and found it very stressful. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Guard.

Motivation: Expand his business; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears baggy green pantaloons and a brown scarf, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'11" when asserting himself. His auburn hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Uthemar was born on a far eastern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Mortician. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Detective. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and he's in love

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Addict, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 300 gp. A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (40 gp).

Description: He stands about 5'0" and prefers to wear brown clothing when he does not wear armor. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. With bright auburn hair and a scraggly beard. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: A deep hatred of drow; and revenge

Ideals: Professionalism, Philantrophist. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 300 gp.