Description: He dresses in red turtlenecks beneath a black coat with blue slacks. He carries with him a set of axes, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He sports a long chestnut beard, and similarly colored long hair. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He has all his life been fascinated with painting.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 20000 cp. Citrine (70 gp). Black star sapphire (500 gp). Black star sapphire (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Standing 5'1", this man wears pastel robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a crossbow, but if one is not available he will default to his trident. He wears his cinnamon fur up. He has green eyes and a pastel hat with a tan feather.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Mortician who has hired him part-time. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Sweet was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Mortician hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush, Mentor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 1400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is wearing a tight grey one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He wears his white hair up. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Gimurt isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dwarven unity. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Bonds: Adventurer, Slave, Religious. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 10000 cp.

Description: This northern man wears a grey collared shirt and blue pants. He accessorizes with a yellow scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His clothes are grease stained in places. He wears his blonde hair up. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are blue.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the north. Taklinn was born on a far northern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Apothecary. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Mundane, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 1600 sp. Eye agate (4 gp). 2 Tanglefoot bags.