Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Foxilon isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Halfling unity. A true patriot, Foxilon would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. 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. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 200 sp. Rose (70 gp). 1 Breastplate.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His silver hair is greasy and uncared for. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Alberich grew up listening to his father's many stories. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He wants to get laid.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 380 gp.

Description: A 3'8" eastern man, he is wearing a long, blue cloak. His blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Gifted from a young age, Roondar studied abroad. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. 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: A rival would like him out of the picture; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Criminal record, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with broad hat. He has moderate length blonde hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform 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: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and his religion dominates his actions

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Slave. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 240 gp.