Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his sword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His blonde hair is thinning but still full. This amber eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. 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: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. A gifted student he started as a Weaver, but he got bored and became a Apothecary. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Rael fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 300 pp. Golden yellow topaz (1400 gp).

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He is an epitome of beauty. His hair is short and golden. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. 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 bought a pickaxe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Spy and was forced into it by his family; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Pacifist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Family, Nature. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 800 pp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (300 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (600 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (600 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (500 gp). Old masterpiece painting (600 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears a violet shirt with thin green vertical stripes and blue pants. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has a white handlebar mustache and slicked back white hair. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Berrian was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Passionate, Persistence, Gifted. Bonds: Slave, Adventurer. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1000 gp.