Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears professional attire. His black hair is thinning but still full. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 37. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. 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 loving parents in a slum to the west. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Immeral took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up spear and armor he uses now. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (10 gp). Solid gold idol (700 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (10 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (90 gp). Gold music box (1000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp).

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears baggy white pantaloons and a brown scarf. His red hair is still thick. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. His druidic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist, Logical, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 4000 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). Silver ewer (80 gp). Gold music box (4000 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (900 gp).

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty violet coat over it. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His silver hair is singed and shortened. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

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 kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and money/treasure

Ideals: Justice, Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 600 pp. Silver ewer (50 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (110 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (6000 gp). Jeweled gold crown (7000 gp). Solid gold idol (1200 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (50 gp). 1 Medium magic item.