Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a grey vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his grey boots flare out at the collars. His white hair is heavily combed to the left. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the south were limited. 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: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Hedonist, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Star ruby (1300 gp). Amber (80 gp). Violet garnet (1600 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy golden hair. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his top grey hat.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 100 pp. Blue quartz (6 gp). Banded agate (6 gp). Eye agate (6 gp). Jasper (20 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (6 gp). Malachite (6 gp). Deep blue spinel (900 gp). Golden yellow topaz (900 gp). Chrysoprase (20 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with brown colored cloaks and clothing. He sports a flattop hair cut. He has green eyes and a brown hat with a yellow feather.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Paelias grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature morningstar.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 4000 gp.