Description: He dresses in white turtlenecks beneath a tan coat with violet slacks. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His blonde hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of dire rats once and for all.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the west. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Mercenary; and he's in love

Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 900 pp. Red garnet (40 gp). Lapis lazuli (10 gp). Moss agate (10 gp). Obsidian (10 gp). Chrysoprase (80 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Pink pearl (40 gp). Jasper (80 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (10 gp). Aquamarine (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is dressed in an above average manner, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'1" when asserting himself. His hair is white and curly. He has brown eyes and a green hat with a tan feather.

Personality: Vanuath hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Vanuath was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 3000 gp. Obsidian (14 gp). Citrine (50 gp). Bloodstone (50 gp). Golden pearl (80 gp). Aquamarine (200 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). Azurite (14 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'0" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He has done his best to style his blonde hair to look like a famous performer. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Aelar was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When Aelar 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 has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Doctor.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice. Bonds: Job, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 4000 gp. Chalcedony (80 gp). Silver pearl (150 gp). Bloodstone (80 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1300 gp). Blue quartz (4 gp).