Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears a tattered pair of loose blue pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has styled his red hair well, parting it to the left. His eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Slave. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 3000 sp. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Darkwood Buckler. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: A plain young-adult woman, she wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. Her auburn hair has been sun bleached extensively. She wears a mask on her face.

Personality: She can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. She is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories she has discovered

History: Gifted from a young age, Oriel studied abroad. She was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform She then took over the family business and is one of the better Slave Trader for hire.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Bonds: Slave, Job. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He is wearing a long, blue cloak. His auburn hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He hates dire rats. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. 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 wants to work out more often

Ideals: Joker, Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 20 pp. Deep blue spinel (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light white in addition to tight pants. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He got into the Marshal business at a young age. After coming to the age of reason, Trym took it upon himself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was granted martial powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: Just what you see.