Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a worn and beaten armor. His auburn hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Spy.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Joker, Artistic, Impeccable. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: Coral (150 gp). Rhodochrosite (5 gp). Black star sapphire (400 gp). Sardonyx (50 gp). Blue star sapphire (400 gp). Moonstone (50 gp). Obsidian (5 gp). Chalcedony (50 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (5 gp). Sardonyx (50 gp). Onyx (50 gp). Rich purple corundum (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This slender man stands about 5'5". He dresses well, wearing black shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Born in the west to a Stylist, Riardon learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He tends to his Stylist job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To be a Mercenary again.

Flaws: Racist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 600 pp. Banded agate (12 gp). Azurite (12 gp). Silver pearl (110 gp). Onyx (20 gp). Peridot (20 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he prefers to wear grey clothing when he does not wear armor. He is bald on top and has large golden tufts of hair around his ears. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 62. 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 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: Varis was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Varis took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 1000 gp. Aquamarine (300 gp).