Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears skinny pants and wears a black and white robe with the hood down. His blonde hair is lengthy. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 59. 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 is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His childhood dream was to be a Barkeep, but he was a colossal failure. He has worked as a Farmer like his father before him.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 130 pp. 1 Breastplate.

Description: He has the majority of his body covered in plate. He has no hair. His red eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He comes from a rich western family. His parents enrolled him in a Rogue school at a young age so that he could practice his divine talents. He became a Seamstress soon after.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 50 pp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This slender man stands about 5'0". He is typically in his Mortician uniform. His auburn hair is greasy and uncared for. His green eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed black hat.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. 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: Born in the south to a Mortician, Felgrat learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He tends to his Mortician job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To be a Slave Trader again.

Flaws: Ugly, Emotional. Bonds: Job, Slave, Religious. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He sports a long chestnut beard, and similarly colored long hair. He has a dull look in his violet eyes.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. In his 12th year, his parents were killed by a illithids raid, leaving Theobald alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He became a Locksmith soon after.

Motivation: Many illithids want him driven away; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. He has no hair. His eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When Ronk reached his early adolescence his Half-Orc father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, Mundane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: Just what you see.