Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized brown coat. His white hair is heavily combed to the right. His eyes are amber.

Personality: He hates dire rats. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Brewer. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Brewer.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats.

Bonds: Enemies, Job, Poor. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. His auburn hair is knotted and matted. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. Being a Layabout kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.

Ideals: Pacifist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He has moderate length silver hair. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His parents enrolled him in a Wizard school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized grey coat. With a patchy brown beard and wild brown hair. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. 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: Dworic was born the youngest of three triplets. His first spouse was a Weaver, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and to reunite with his absent mother

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Slave, Family. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Just what you see.