Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His hair is short and blonde. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, 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 moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to be a slave trader again

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Emotional. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: 6'3" and muscular, this northern man is typically in his Soapmaker uniform. His green crest is heavily combed to the right. His eyes are red and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Kiirith hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his singing career. He uses divination through singing.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Soapmaker responsibilities is difficult; and money/treasure

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 7000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner, and he perpetually has his greataxe ready. His auburn hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Thradal reached his early adolescence his Dwarf 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. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 60 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This man wears a worn and beaten armor. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. He wears his auburn hair up. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his mother. Morkral was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Morkral decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Server

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.