Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears a blue tunic with violet highlights, and long blue pants that bunch up around his shoes. His chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: He is a Succubi in disguise. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Crown-heir. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he has a crush on the local mortician

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 5000 cp. White pearl (50 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tabaxi, and stands approximately 6'6". He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look, and his gloved hand is found clutching a mace. His beige fur is braided into rings. This yellow eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the east. 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 Guard. He struck the Guard job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 2000 sp. Silver pearl (40 gp). Chrysoberyl (40 gp). Tourmaline (40 gp). 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A woman with a calm yet intense air about her, she wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. She has wavy red hair. Her amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She trusts no one. She is not readily capable for forgiveness and her ire never leaves her. She is a great chef.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her mother always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. Her mother took her hunting and taught her how to get in the mind of other creatures. She now owns her own business.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears grey trousers with green and grey striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His brown hair is matted, messy, and big. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Slave, Rich. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 110 gp. 1 Masterwork Heavy steel shield.

Description: A woman with a friendly, welcoming air about her, she wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a trident, but if one is not available she will default to her morningstar. Her red crest is heavily combed to the right. Her red eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Pogranix isn't afraid of most anything. She has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dragonborn unity. She tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: She served in the navy to pay for her family's outstanding loans. Her psionic abilities were realized during a raid on her village. She was granted psionic powers by her dying brother.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for her; and she feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 400 gp.