Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many white ritualistic tattoos. He wears a tight fitting violet shirt and pants. His hair is brown and very short. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 14. 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. 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: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. At some point he was captured by goblins and was tortured. After several years of this he finally managed to escape. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: A deep hatred of goblins; and many goblins want him driven away

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Slave, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 500 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length green crest. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Junk Dealer born in the past three hundred years. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: Tarhun was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He tends to his Junk Dealer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Junk Dealer responsibilities is difficult; and expand his business

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Professionalism. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 2000 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1200 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp). Solid gold idol (400 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (60 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (400 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (60 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp). Gold cup set with emeralds (12000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (40 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1000 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1200 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1000 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (40 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (60 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (60 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (60 gp). Solid gold idol (400 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (3000 gp).

Description: An older man who wears dull black sweaters, loose white pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed lance, just in case, he is not a threatening figure. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes are likewise silver.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Tethren was born the youngest of three triplets. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 28000 sp. Violet garnet (200 gp). 1 Chain shirt.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a ceremonial dagger, but if one is not available he will default to his shortspear. He keeps his silver hair in a flapper bob. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Laborer for hire.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 1000 cp. 1 Silver holy symbol.