Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his quarterstaff with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His red hair is singed and shortened. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Riardon is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born in the south. Because his father participated in the massacre of their homeland, drow burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the south, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his mother from journeying south to reunite his family. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 4000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Jeweled anklet (3000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Solid gold idol (300 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2100 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2100 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (70 gp). A small bag of saffron. (10 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (2100 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1300 gp).

Description: He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during, and carries tridents. His hair is black, silky, and of moderate length. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He receives visions of the future at random moments

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. 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 spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Attractive. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 1000 gp. Black pearl (1000 gp). Rhodochrosite (9 gp). Jasper (50 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1000 gp).

Description: He very much looks the part of a Slave Trader. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His brown hair is smooth and relatively long. His half smiles and blue eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his father. Mindartis was born on a far western island where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Slave Trader. He struck the Slave Trader job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to be a painter again

Flaws: Addict, Lazy. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 2000 gp.