Description: A moderately attractive man, he typically wears black cloth garments or leather armor. His chestnut hair is braided into rings. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Scribe but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Beiro reached his early adolescence his Elf mother 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. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Pacifist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a black shirt, with a grey mid length shorts with grey tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His hair is short and silver. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

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 seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Halimath took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Server

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 3000 sp. Zircon (40 gp).

Description: This exceptionally lanky man is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His chestnut hair is knotted and matted. His eyes are blue.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. 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: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. 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 now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Many gnolls want him driven away; and retire the richest man in the east

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Mentor. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He wears suspenders and tan workpants. His shirt is pastel, and he wears a heavy tan leather apron most of the time, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'2" when asserting himself. His white hair is braided into rings. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Aramil was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother 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. 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: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Secretive. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 1000 gp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1800 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (90 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (90 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (90 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 5'3" and is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is blonde and curly. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. 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 hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Slave. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 900 gp. A delicate brass dragon egg (50 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (90 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (50 gp).