Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his longsword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He is an epitome of beauty. His hair is short and golden. He has gray eyes and a black hat with a tan feather.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Junk Dealer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. A freak accident while working with his Guard father left him crippled. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Passionate, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 100 gp. Freshwater pearl (10 gp).

Description: He has a missing left leg. He is dressed in earthy colors with a blue and white handkerchief worn on his left side. His hair is chestnut and very short. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker blue hat.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Halfling activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Halfling doctor. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and halfling compassion

Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. She wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. Her blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. Her eyes are likewise blue.

Personality: She is a jovial happy person, but she is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. She has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: She is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Occupation: Server

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears dull brown sweaters, loose violet pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed axe, just in case. Her golden hair is unkempt and raggedy. Her violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. She is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure she is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest woman in the east.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a lance, but if one is not available he will default to his longsword. He has a long chestnut beard with little hanging trinkets. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. The war was a terrible time for him, and Tharivol does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Tharivol was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tharivol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Passionate, Fighting. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 300 gp.