Description: This late middle aged man is dressed in earthy colors with a tan and green handkerchief worn on his right side and is in decent physical shape. His silver hair, when down, is lengthy. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Stylist for the past few years.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Disciplined, Artistic. Bonds: Job, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 500 sp. Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp).

Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his greatsword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. He has moderate length silver hair. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. 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. Zûmug fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 140 gp. Silver pearl (40 gp).

Description: An older man who wears a tan shirt, with a pastel mid length shorts with pastel tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them, he is not a threatening figure. His red hair and beard is wavy and long. His skin is flawless and his gray eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. 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. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 240 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears a brown coat over a black low-cut shirt, and a broad hat upon his head. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has wavy orange fur. His eyes are green and catlike.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Drifting will drive conversation. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When Drifting reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Slave, Poor, Military. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: Just what you see.