Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born in a small desert village. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Passionate, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Nature. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 3000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: She wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. She has dyed her greying gray fur a little too much giving a sharp gray color. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: She believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. A friendly and beautiful Tabaxi, she is rarely seen without a few beauties around her arms. Though a playboy in all rights, she is no lame duck.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs; and retire the richest woman in the north

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His fur is lavender and curly. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Gifted from a young age, Drifting studied abroad. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and to protect his home

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Cook

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A woman with a friendly, welcoming air about her, she wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. She usually doesn't wear a shirt. She wears a feathered hat to hide her balding. Her half smiles and blue eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: She is witty, but her monotone delivery comes off as unnerving She is a thrill seeker, she laughs at people and throws down challenges. She is highly competitive and combative.

History: She was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. By chance she met her sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: She loathes her own lifestyle; and she desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 120 pp.

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 dull white sweaters, loose yellow pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed sickle, just in case. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. 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 raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Brewer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Tod was born on a far southern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Brewer. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 700 sp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (90 gp). 1 Masterwork manacles.