Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Shipwright but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and half-elven compassion

Ideals: Athletic, Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 6000 sp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (400 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (90 gp).

Description: An older man who prefers to wear tan pants and tee shirts, he is not a threatening figure. His brown hair is smooth and relatively long. His skin is flawless and his hazel eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. 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 is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Professionalism, Logical. Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 200 gp. Carnelian (50 gp). Amethyst (60 gp).

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured, marred by sweets. His black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. 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: Ratbag was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Ranger, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Ranger in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature scimitar.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and obtaining odd cultural half-orc artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 8000 sp. Iolite (40 gp). Sardonyx (40 gp). Carnelian (40 gp). White opal (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tabaxi, and stands approximately 6'8". He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, and his gloved hand is found clutching a warhammer. He has wavy black fur. His yellow eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He has all his life been fascinated with music.

History: Aura was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Cleric, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Cleric in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Aura abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Artistic. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 150 gp.