Description: He stands about 6'3" and wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His purple hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gold eyes.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Zephan was born on a far eastern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Junk Dealer. 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: To get a good night's sleep; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist, Insomniac. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He carries with him a set of flails, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the south. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He became a Mercenary soon after.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 1000 sp. 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools.

Description: This man wears a blue tunic with violet highlights, and long blue pants that bunch up around his shoes. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Tharivol grew up listening to his father's many stories. His father worked until he suffered an accident while they were digging through a hill for a new route. He had to support his now crippled father and took his father's old job. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Family, Has a crush. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 140 gp. 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools.

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His black hair is thinning but still full. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature hammer.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Slave, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 210 gp.

Description: He is wearing a long, grey, dusty cloak, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'2" when asserting himself. He has a long silver beard with little hanging trinkets. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. Gimurt liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has worked as a Dyer like his mother before him.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wants to raise his children well

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Nature, Family. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 2 Acid flasks.