Description: He wears a yellow shirt, with a brown mid length shorts with brown tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He carries with him a set of swords, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Rolf took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sword and armor he uses now. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 90 gp. Banded agate (6 gp).

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his dagger with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His blonde hair is unkempt and raggedy. This amber eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: Aelar was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has worked as a Slave Trader like his father before him.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

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

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: 6'10" and muscular, this eastern man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He wears a colorful flower in his purple hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Poor, Slave. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 100 pp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: She is an average looking northern female in her early mid-life. She wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. She wears a broad hat to hide her balding. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines green.

Personality: She is extraordinarily eccentric. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.

History: Bardryn was born into a poor family. Growing up, she dreamt of becoming a Expert, to bring honor to her family’s name. When she came of age, she applied for a position with her town's local guard, looking to work her way up via merit and eventually become a Expert in service of a powerful lord somewhere. While she appears to be a normal Dwarf, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She is searching for what she claims is her rightful reward.

Motivation: She wants to meet her childhood hero.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 600 sp.