Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears a robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a greataxe on his belt. He keeps his golden hair in a flapper bob. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: The child of a Apothecary, who enjoyed hunting, Faran was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Faran took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up greataxe and armor he uses now. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to goblins demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by goblins, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist. Bonds: Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 130 gp. 1 Banded mail.

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 light armors faded through time and improper care. His long auburn hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Born to a Navigator, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Glassblower hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was granted divine powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Slave. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: She prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for her hunting needs. Her long chestnut hair reaches down to her waist. Her face is full, her cheeks are rosy, and she always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in her violet eyes.

Personality: She is quiet and unassuming. She ignores others and carries on with her job unassumingly. As she has aged she has sought to do reparations for her actions as a youth. She is also making sure that her compatriots who never received punishment for their crimes are brought to justice.

History: Her necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. Irann was a troubled youth. She spent her days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent her evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Irann decided she wanted neither the life of her mother nor that of the evil petty criminals she associated with. During her early adolescence, she took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 60 pp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He carries with him a set of flails, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is chestnut and curly. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his silver eyes.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He came across an abandoned tomb where he found a relic that called out to him. After picking it up he was cursed by lycanthropy.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: 3'11" and muscular, this southern man wears a grey shirt, with a brown mid length shorts with brown tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He has moderate length auburn hair. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Barkeep arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Dalgal abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature scimitar.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 110 gp.