Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is light but he possesses many red ritualistic tattoos. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with blue lining and desert motifs. He wears his chestnut hair down. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 5 years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: In love, Job. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 100 gp. Black opal (400 gp). Obsidian (10 gp). Black opal (400 gp). Emerald (400 gp).

Description: This eastern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He is bald on top and has large auburn tufts of hair around his ears. He has several tiny ruby earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Shipwright. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Shipwright arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and balancing his hectic life and new shipwright responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 100 gp. Zircon (50 gp). Bloodstone (50 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She wears a tight fitting grey shirt and pants. Her long black hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: A grumpy gal she will invite people to lunch so she can critique them. Yet she still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. Around other people she will do her best to conceal her emotions and appear jolly.

History: She was born in the west, but her parents moved at a very young age to the south. Joan was born on a far western mountains where she grew up under the tutelage of her father, an expert Map Maker. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 5'2" and muscular, this eastern woman has the majority of her body covered in plate. Her hair is black and curly. Her eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: Stoic and calm, she prefers to meditate than take action. She is a thrill seeker, she laughs at people and throws down challenges. She is highly competitive and combative.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. She was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. She never won. During her travels, Herleva and her party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Herleva discovered the rest of her party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Herleva fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing her own horrible transformation.

Motivation: She has passion for adventuring and risk.

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 600 gp.