Description: He stands about 4'11" and wears a grey vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His blue leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his grey boots flare out at the collars. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His white hair is heavily combed to the left. His half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. In his 13th year, his parents were killed by a illithids raid, leaving Enialis alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and many illithids want him driven away

Bonds: Attractive, Job, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He has dyed his greying chestnut hair a little too much giving a sharp chestnut color. His skin is flawless and his hazel eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is a great chef.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. 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 was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 2000 gp. Black pearl (800 gp). Red-brown spinel (150 gp). Black pearl (800 gp). Zircon (40 gp).

Description: This man is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft grey waves gently in the breeze, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Quarion is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Quarion lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 3000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.