Description: A middle-aged man, he tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look, and is pretty ugly. His brown hair is unkempt and raggedy. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 71. 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 never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Himo was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. 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 has never given up on his poetry dream.

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

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1000 gp. Pink pearl (120 gp). Jade (120 gp).

Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He sports a long white beard, and similarly colored long hair. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. 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: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. He took after his father in leading caravans. Because they were valued, his father taught him to defend himself. When his father died while fighting giants, the young Theriatis began to lead the lost caravan. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it; and revenge

Ideals: Athletic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 4000 gp. Coral (160 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (6 gp). Eye agate (6 gp). Malachite (6 gp). Citrine (30 gp). Sard (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His hair is blonde, silky, and of moderate length. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

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. When Korfel 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 was granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Gifted, Impeccable. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.