Description: He stands about 5'1" and wears baggy pastel pantaloons and a red scarf. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He wears his white hair down. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. 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: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Logical. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears suspenders and white workpants. His shirt is tan, and he wears a heavy white leather apron most of the time. His blonde hair is braided into rings. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: Varis was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Wizard, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Wizard in service of a powerful lord somewhere. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature bastard sword.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Roofer and was forced into it by his family.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Family, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 200 pp. White pearl (90 gp). Hematite (12 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). Hematite (12 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His hair, while still mostly brown, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Quarion isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. In his 13th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Aquamarine (400 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (14 gp). Violet garnet (400 gp). Onyx (20 gp).