Description: He is a mite stocky and wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His hair is blonde and curly. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Fivin wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Fighter, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Born to a Doctor, his father struggled to pay the bills. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Fivin took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up shortspear and armor he uses now. 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. Fivin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Logical. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 30 gp. Sard (80 gp).

Description: With blue face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he dresses in grey turtlenecks beneath a white coat with blue slacks. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Navigator arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Navigator responsibilities is difficult; and expand his business

Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Rich, Slave. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: She wears suspenders and green workpants. Her shirt is red, and she wears a heavy green leather apron most of the time. She is portly but not overly obese. Her hair is blue and curly. She is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: She swings through moods quickly. One moment she is cool and collected, the next she is carried away by passions. She does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. Sorath was born on a far southern plains where she grew up under the tutelage of her mother, an expert Spice Merchant. She has never given up on her singing dream.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Passionate, Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 300 sp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: 5'4" and muscular, this western man is dressed in earthy colors with a grey and brown handkerchief worn on his right side. He has wavy blonde hair. His eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 66. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. While he appears to be a normal Human, 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. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Athletic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane, Mundane, Fearful. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 150 gp.