Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a black coat. He wears his brown hair down. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. Quarion liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: Iolite (20 gp). Hematite (8 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His hair is cut close to his head. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was born in a small island village. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother 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 was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Family. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 9000 sp. Deep blue spinel (800 gp). Black pearl (800 gp). Peridot (80 gp).

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His brown hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 21. 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 disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Disease, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Server

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 500 pp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1800 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (400 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (140 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (400 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (80 gp).