Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He sports a flattop hair cut. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. Some 10 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Heian never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Many drow want him driven away; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: In love, Enemies. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 4000 gp. Smoky quartz (50 gp). Hematite (11 gp). Moonstone (50 gp). Deep green spinel (130 gp). Malachite (11 gp). Banded agate (11 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (500 gp). Moonstone (50 gp). Red spinel (130 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His blonde hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Bounty Hunter. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Bounty Hunter for the past few years.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 900 pp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1500 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Jeweled gold crown (3000 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (10 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (40 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (700 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1500 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (40 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He has a long auburn beard with little hanging trinkets. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He is a Lycanthrope in disguise. After coming to the age of reason, Theriatis took it upon himself to study the divine arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 2 years.

Motivation: To be a Mortician again; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Poor, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Banker

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 200 pp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (70 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). A small bag of saffron. (90 gp). 1 Medium magic item.