Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his trident with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has no hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. 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 in the east his family was never financially stable. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Stableman hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He became a Stableman soon after.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Stableman responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Job, Poor. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 3000 gp.

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His moppish silver hair is in a traditional bowl cut. This brown eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 4000 gp. Malachite (8 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'1". He wears a red shirt with thin black vertical stripes and tan pants, and his gloved hand is found clutching a rapier. He has dyed his greying silver hair a little too much giving a sharp silver color. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Uthemar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. During his travels, Uthemar and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Uthemar discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Uthemar fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Joker, Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Server

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 800 pp. Brown-green garnet (40 gp). Sard (20 gp). Alexandrite (400 gp). Amethyst (40 gp). Brown-green garnet (40 gp). Hematite (14 gp). Red-brown spinel (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.