Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Orcs. His skin is light but he possesses many green ritualistic tattoos. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His childhood dream was to be a Tanner, but he was a colossal failure. He struck the Spice Merchant job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Cynical, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 24000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a tight fitting green shirt and pants. His black crest is knotted and matted. He has several tiny sapphire earrings on each ear.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Dazzazn will drive conversation. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Dazzazn took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up sai and armor he uses now. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Impulsive, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 700 pp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1100 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1500 gp). Carved bone or ivory statuette (70 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1500 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (5000 gp). Gold music box (1000 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (150 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Solid gold idol (1100 gp). Solid gold idol (1100 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (900 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (150 gp). 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). He has styled his bronze crest well, parting it to the left. His fierce red eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 99. 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 has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He worked as a nervous Masseuse and found it very stressful. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Masseuse for the past few years.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 1300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a yellow shirt, with a black mid length shorts with black tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He wears his white hair down. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Sage arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Naal took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up ceremonial dagger and armor he uses now. 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: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and money/treasure

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 700 gp.