Description: He is a pot bellied eastern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. Sporting a blonde mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Passionate. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He tends to wear a blue poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His hair, while still mostly silver, has prominent grey streaks. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Thoradin is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He bought a falchion and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Bonds: Nature, Military, Family. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 17000 sp.

Description: Standing 5'3", this man wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has styled his lavender fur well, parting it to the right. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

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 has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Spear lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. One day when Spear was young, his father was sewing while trying to overcome the flu, when suddenly his father dropped to the ground dead. His father had died from a severe disease that was unknown to the village doctor. Spear was heart-stricken from the event, and his mother started working long hours to provde for them. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and regain custody of his son

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive, PTSD. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 200 pp. Sardonyx (60 gp). Fire opal (1600 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with feathered hat. He has a black handlebar mustache and slicked back black hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines green.

Personality: Vlorn is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Stableman hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A deep hatred of drow; and he feels kind of lost in life

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 5000 sp.