Description: An older man who wears a brown shirt, with a white mid length shorts with white tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them, he is not a threatening figure. He sports a flattop hair cut. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Stableman. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: The child of a Ruler, who enjoyed hunting, Robert was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Stableman. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature ceremonial dagger.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 600 sp. 1 Masterwork Heavy steel shield.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing grey cape and mantle trimmed with soft white waves gently in the breeze. He keeps his silver hair in a flapper bob. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: Violet garnet (400 gp).

Description: A 5'7" northern woman, she is renowned for her bright pastel dresses and hats. She has gray fur. Her yellow eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She can speak with the recently deceased. She has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Gifted from a young age, Shivering studied abroad. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. After a long history of fighting, Shivering and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and retire the richest woman in the north

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insomniac. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 80 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he prefers to wear tan pants and tee shirts. His blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Senteq was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Religious. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 400 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 a green costume with the symbols of the sun god on his torso. He has no crest. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

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. 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: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. After coming to the age of reason, Mreksh took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Immigrant, Slave. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 800 sp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (180 gp).