Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He carries with him a set of tridents, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He keeps his silver hair in a pixie cut. He wears large thick round spectacles.

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. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Orcs in the west were limited. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature trident.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: This man wears dull blue sweaters, loose white pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed flail, just in case. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. 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 a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 13 years.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Jet (130 gp). White pearl (130 gp). Obsidian (10 gp). White opal (600 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult woman, she wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. Her hair, while still mostly brown, has prominent grey streaks. Her eyes are green and catlike.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. She receives visions of the future at random moments

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Shanairla was a troubled youth. She spent her days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent her evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Shanairla decided she wanted neither the life of her mother nor that of the evil petty criminals she associated with. During her early adolescence, she took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. As of late she has set up a hidden staging nest where she ambushes people she hires for escort.

Motivation: She is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences her actions; and to unite with her brother

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 70 gp. Iolite (20 gp).

Description: She has a missing right arm. She wears a robe, a symbol of the four houses of cards around her neck, and a longsword on her belt. Her long chestnut hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Fistula is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Her father was a mechanic, and taught her how to fix just about anything. Unlike her family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, she wanted to work in the city. She has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Cynical, Mundane. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 300 gp. Star ruby (1000 gp). Blue quartz (16 gp). Deep green spinel (110 gp).