Description: This man wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a grey coat, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

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. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. 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 Hunter. He became a Hunter soon after.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Mentor, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it. He carries with him a set of flails, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His crest is brass and curly. His fierce gold eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When Sethrekar reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is content.

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears a simple brown robe with tan stripes complete with hood, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has no hair. 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. As he has aged he has sought to do reparations for his actions as a youth. He is also making sure that his compatriots who never received punishment for their crimes are brought to justice.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Halander grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Halander. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 4000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: With black face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears white leather gloves, a white jacket, and tight pants. He has a blonde handlebar mustache and slicked back blonde hair. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Apothecary born in the past three hundred years. 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 father worked until he suffered an accident while they were digging through a hill for a new route. He had to support his now crippled father and took his father's old job. He tends to his Apothecary job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and expand his business

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Slave, Family. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 150 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.