Description: He stands about 3'4" and dresses like a well dressed Apothecary does. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His chestnut hair is knotted and matted. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Eberdeb hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his dancing career. 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: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Eberdeb was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Apothecary. He's also a talented Butcher, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Job, Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 3000 cp. Carnelian (60 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears a pastel tunic with white highlights, and long yellow pants that bunch up around his shoes. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has moderate length lavender fur. His ears are large.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Bricklayer born in the past three hundred years. He refers to his adoptive mother for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Ethereal was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. The family's rival house kidnapped his sister with the intent that his sister marry their son to gain control of contested properties. He became a Bricklayer soon after.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and doesn't want to be a bricklayer and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Job, Family. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. She wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. Her blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. Her eyes are likewise blue.

Personality: She is a jovial happy person, but she is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. She has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: She is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Occupation: Server

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears dull brown sweaters, loose violet pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed axe, just in case. Her golden hair is unkempt and raggedy. Her violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. She is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure she is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest woman in the east.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a lance, but if one is not available he will default to his longsword. He has a long chestnut beard with little hanging trinkets. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. The war was a terrible time for him, and Tharivol does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Tharivol was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. 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. Tharivol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Passionate, Fighting. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 300 gp.