Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He carries with him a set of daggers, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. Sporting a red mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His ears are large.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Born in the north to a Bricklayer, Theriatis learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He was taken from his home at a very young age. Recently the stress of being a Bricklayer has made it difficult for him to sleep.

Motivation: To be a Slave Trader again.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Job. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he likes to wear red tank tops with white pants. He keeps his long auburn hair kept up in a rat tail. This amber eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Hobart was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Merchant hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was granted martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: This malnourished woman dresses well, wearing green shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. Her long scarlet crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. She is baby faced.

Personality: She is business-like. She takes instructions and follows them to the letter. She claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day she will do what she thinks is right.

History: She was born several months after her mother was called into army service. Her mother was a soldier and died while she was still young. Pyxrin was left her mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. She has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Professionalism, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Military. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 800 sp. 8 Acid flasks.