Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His chestnut hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Flaws: Secretive, Hedonist, Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 4000 gp. Blue quartz (6 gp). Tourmaline (140 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears white painted combat armor at almost all times. He has moderate length blonde hair. His ears are large.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. A true patriot, Efferil would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. 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: He is content.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 400 pp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Berrian abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 4000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp).