Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He tends to wear a white poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His chestnut hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Born in the east to a Merchant, Flogg learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. He struck the Merchant job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Merchant and was forced into it by his family; and regain custody of his daughter

Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Family. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a pastel shirt, with a grey mid length shorts with grey tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His red fur is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Apothecary arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. A freak accident while working with his Sailor father left him crippled. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: Silver pearl (70 gp).

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has dyed his greying white hair a little too much giving a sharp white color. His eyes are red and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Skamos isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tiefling unity. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: Skamos lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. While he appears to be a normal Tiefling, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Family. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has styled his brown hair well, parting it to the left. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Oloric was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. Oloric was born on a far southern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Cartwright. He has never given up on his music dream.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1 Breastplate.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His dark red hair is braided into rings. His red eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Sailor born in the past three hundred years. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. In his 17th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 3 years.

Motivation: Expand his business; and balancing his hectic life and new sailor responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Job. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: Red garnet (60 gp).