Description: He sports white clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He carries with him a set of tridents on his belt, each one with a amber on the hilt. His black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his feathered white hat.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 87. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Slave, Religious. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his scythe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a rose on it. His hair is brown and curly. His gold eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Brewer. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Brewer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and to unite with his sister

Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Rich, Family. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This woman stands a little under 5'6" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She tends to wear a large brown jacket. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. This amber eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: She acts crazy and hedonistic. She is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Trained by her mother for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. Her mother was very strict, and drilled into her lessons on being the perfect lady. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her sons to still be retired.

Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality; and her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Military, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 320 gp.

Description: He very much looks the part of a Barrister. His dark red hair, when down, is lengthy. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Habor is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Habor was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Poor, Military. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: Just what you see.