Description: This light-skinned male sports brown clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His red hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with poetry. He constantly tries to fill his life with poetry. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). 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.

Ideals: Artistic, Joker. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Zircon (70 gp). Eye agate (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs, marred by sweets. He has dyed his greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Weaver arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He became a Weaver soon after.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Weaver responsibilities is difficult; and to be a dyer again

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1700 gp). Solid gold idol (200 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1800 gp). Finely wrought small gold bracelet (90 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1700 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing black cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze. His head has been shaved. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady green eyes.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. 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: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Riardon 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. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Military. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: Violet garnet (900 gp). Red spinel (40 gp). Peridot (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.