Description: He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He carries with him a set of maces, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has a blonde handlebar mustache and slicked back blonde hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the south. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered south to less war torn lands. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 3000 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (140 gp). Solid gold idol (300 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp).

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He has wavy black hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. 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, Caeldrim is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born into a rich family. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 2000 gp. Old masterpiece painting (1300 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (600 gp). Jeweled anklet (2000 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (30 gp).

Description: This man wears black leather gloves, a black jacket, and tight pants, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has no hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

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. After coming to the age of reason, Halimath took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. 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: Regain custody of his son; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 1000 gp. Amber (130 gp). White opal (1200 gp). Smoky quartz (70 gp). Violet garnet (1200 gp). Citrine (70 gp). Red-brown spinel (130 gp).