Description: The light-skinned man stands 6'9" and wears dull black sweaters, loose blue pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed axe, just in case. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He has hazel eyes and a black hat with a blue feather.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was born in the east. Because his father participated in the massacre of their homeland, drow burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the east, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his mother from journeying east to reunite his family. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he's looking for his big break

Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 330 gp. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His blonde hair is knotted and matted. His blue eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He got into the Barkeep business at a young age. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Halflings in the west were limited. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Barkeep for hire.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Insomniac, Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 90 gp. Freshwater pearl (12 gp).

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears pastel robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a rapier, but if one is not available he will default to his quarterstaff. He has dyed his greying lavender fur a little too much giving a sharp lavender color. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 77. 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. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Locksmith but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the east. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Slave. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 350 gp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His chestnut hair is lengthy. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Thamior took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. After a long history of fighting, Thamior and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His hair is red and curly. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. A freak accident while working with his Guard mother left him crippled. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 200 gp.