Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing singing.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the west. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered singing. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: 6'2" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a brown coat. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. 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: The child of a Shoemaker, who enjoyed hunting, Az-Bror was taken on many hunting expeditions. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and many goblins want him driven away

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Nature, Family. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 3'3" and is dressed in a clean black cloak covering his clean studded leather. He wears his auburn hair up in a very large beehive style do. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his top black hat.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Gifted, Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: This man is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized opal on his left hand. His auburn hair is cut short. His ears are large.

Personality: Eberdeb is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and a deep hatred of dire rats

Ideals: Extrovert, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: Just what you see.