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 an entirely brown suit with grey socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He has dyed his greying chestnut hair a little too much giving a sharp chestnut color. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: The child of a Mercenary, who enjoyed hunting, Quarion was taken on many hunting expeditions. Quarion was born on a far eastern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Dyer. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Mercenary they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Dyer, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Family. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 3000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (500 gp). A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (80 gp). Jeweled anklet (2000 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (4000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (500 gp).

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears a white costume with the symbols of the sun god on his torso. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

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 a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Uthemar grew up listening to his father's many stories. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 2000 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1600 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (150 gp). Solid gold idol (1100 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (150 gp). Jeweled gold crown (6000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a mite stocky and is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He has done his best to style his silver hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes are blue.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. He worked as a nervous Sailor and found it very stressful. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Disease, Hedonist. Bonds: Mentor, Job, Military. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 6000 gp. Chrysoprase (60 gp). Blue sapphire (900 gp). Eye agate (12 gp). Aquamarine (800 gp). Jet (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.