Description: 6'6" and muscular, this southern man wears dark leathers with embroidery. His fur is brown and curly. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Baker born in the past three hundred years. He is an amazing painter.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Baker hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 9 years.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Baker

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Simple lock.

Description: She is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak. She carries with her a set of shields, each one with a topaz on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. She has moderate length black hair. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are silver.

Personality: She misses her glory days as an athlete. She does not mind her job, but it is boring in comparison. A fanatic, her devotion to her small selection of gods is unquestionable. She claims to be doing their will and will base all her actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: When she was but 8 years old her parents immigrated from the east. She went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. She has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Masseuse. She hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: She has a crush on the local Masseuse.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Religious, Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: Carnelian (20 gp). Black pearl (1600 gp).

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. This hazel eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Morkral was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 50 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 shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has silver hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was born in the north. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the north were limited. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: Just what you see.