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 prefers to wear brown clothing when he does not wear armor. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 1000 gp. Aquamarine (1300 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (400 gp). Deep blue spinel (1300 gp). Emerald (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a green suit, blue shirt, and tan tie. His blonde hair is smooth and relatively long. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. In his youth he was a Slave Trader, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Vanuath fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, PTSD. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Rhodochrosite (5 gp). Golden yellow topaz (800 gp). Star rose quartz (50 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). Sard (50 gp). Blue sapphire (1100 gp).

Description: This western man is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His clothes are grease stained in places. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the west. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He's also a talented Fisher, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and balancing his hectic life and new spy responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Immigrant, Nature, Job. Occupation: Spy

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 3000 gp.