Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His blonde hair is thinning but still full. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. 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: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has worked as a Fisher like his mother before him.

Motivation: Expand his business; and a deep hatred of dire rats

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His long blonde hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Miller who has hired him part-time. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He's in love; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His cinnamon fur is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. 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 to a criminal king-pin and mafia family In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Flaws: Insomniac, Shy, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 210 gp. 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a yellow coat. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His brown hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Elves in the west were limited. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Baker. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Has a crush, Immigrant. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: Just what you see.