Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears an entirely white suit with brown socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His chestnut hair is matted, messy, and big. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. 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: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he likes to wear ponchos typically of a light green in addition to tight pants. He has done his best to style his chestnut hair to look like a famous performer. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the north. Thamior was born on a far northern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Farmer. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To be a Miller again; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 2000 gp. Iolite (60 gp). Smoky quartz (60 gp). Rhodochrosite (11 gp). Jet (40 gp). Chalcedony (60 gp). Jasper (60 gp). Rose (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a shortspear, but if one is not available he will default to his longsword. His silver hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 17. 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. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His parents enrolled him in a Wizard school at a young age so that he could practice his druidic talents. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 3000 gp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.