Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many violet ritualistic tattoos. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Courier arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Halimath took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up rapier and armor he uses now. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he is greedy

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Nature, Slave. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: This man is very fat, and is wearing a tight white one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He has a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of giants once and for all.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and seeks redemption

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length orange fur. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: He got into the Mortician business at a young age. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Spring has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Religious, Family, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 1100 gp. Star ruby (1600 gp). Deep green spinel (110 gp). Iolite (20 gp). Chalcedony (20 gp). Blue quartz (7 gp). Black pearl (300 gp). Star ruby (1600 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears a grey shirt, with a blue mid length shorts with blue tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. His half smiles and violet eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Khrosh was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 1900 sp.