Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Map Maker. His crest is gold, silky, and of moderate length. His gold eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson green hat.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. 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: He was born in the north. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Torinn fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 500 gp. Jet (140 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). Iolite (60 gp). 2 Antitoxin.

Description: He is typically in his Spy uniform. He is portly but not overly obese. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 93. 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. A friendly and beautiful Human, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Spy arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 11 years.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a halberd on his belt. He keeps his long black hair kept up in a rat tail. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A freak accident while working with his Shoemaker mother left him crippled. After a long history of fighting, Balimaar and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Disease, Insane, Antagonistic. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 5000 cp. Hematite (7 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: She wears a tight fitting white shirt and pants. She sports black long hair. Her green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She is extraordinarily eccentric. She disdains her fellow westerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: She was born in the west. A gifted student she started as a Painter, but she got bored and became a Dyer. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature club.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Adventurer, Slave. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 900 sp.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears tattered old clothes. His hair is short and blonde. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Crown-heir born in the past three hundred years. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Crown-heir work with an outfit from a few towns over. Crown-heir work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and obtaining odd cultural half-elven artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 140 gp.