Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His beige fur is braided into rings. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. Through the years after Gale was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Gale's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Gale fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 70 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: She has a missing left arm. She wears dull white sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed falchion, just in case. Her auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.

Personality: In the realm of puns, she cannot help herself. She feels obliged to make them. She is cautious and jumpy. She reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Sailor arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She inherited a moderately successful company from her father. Under her leadership it has flourished, and using capital from her venture she effectively owns an entire region. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: She is terrified, and will act out of fear; and she is greedy

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 2 Thunderstones.

Description: She wears a blue shirt with thin white vertical stripes and black pants. She is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly scimitars and sickles. She keeps her blonde hair in a flapper bob. Her brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She is shy and timid. She has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. She is stubborn though. She always likes to keep a trick up her sleeve. She likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if she feels she even has a chance of losing.

History: Gifted from a young age, Duvamil studied abroad. After coming to the age of reason, Duvamil took it upon herself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, she was labeled a dark omen and banished from her homeland. She's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: She has comitted a past crime that haunts her to this day; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Shy, Addict. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 130 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is wearing a long, red, dusty cloak. He is portly but not overly obese. His black hair is braided into rings. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. 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, Oblar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Oblar grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Banker work with an outfit from a few towns over. Banker work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Optimist, Justice, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 600 sp.