Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he likes to wear ponchos typically of a light black in addition to tight pants. His brown hair is cut short. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A gifted student he started as a Merchant, but he got bored and became a Sculptor. He has achieved small success as a Sculptor.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and balancing his hectic life and new sculptor responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 6000 gp. Violet garnet (700 gp). Deep blue spinel (700 gp). Aquamarine (700 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (10 gp). Onyx (70 gp). Black opal (500 gp). Jet (110 gp). Malachite (10 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears skinny pants and wears a violet and white robe with the hood down. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His brown hair is cut short. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Efferil will drive conversation. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Efferil has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Extrovert, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful, Disease. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1000 gp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp).

Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light black in addition to tight pants. He carries with him a set of swords, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. In his 16th year, his parents were killed by a illithids raid, leaving Thervan alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 2000 gp.