Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a white shirt with thin red vertical stripes and yellow pants. He sports a flattop hair cut. His eyes are likewise blue.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Hadarai is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Slave. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

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

Description: This light-skinned male wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. He has no hair. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Mercenary but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He bought a shortspear and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To be a Painter again; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 18000 sp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a tan costume with the symbols of his god on his torso. He keeps his white hair in a pixie cut. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thervan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is content; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Emotional, Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Blue quartz (11 gp). Aquamarine (800 gp). Zircon (50 gp). Chrysoberyl (60 gp). Eye agate (11 gp). Chalcedony (50 gp). White pearl (60 gp). Blue star sapphire (800 gp).