Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His purple hair is heavily combed to the right. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gold.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 75. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

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 is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: This man wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized opal on his right hand. He has done his best to style his auburn hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are blue.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is a great chef.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Corkitron grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic, Impeccable. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Aquamarine (900 gp). Deep blue spinel (900 gp). Sardonyx (50 gp). Sardonyx (50 gp). Moonstone (50 gp). White opal (1200 gp). Rock crystal (50 gp). Iolite (50 gp). Moonstone (50 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has wavy blonde hair. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his amber eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He worked as a nervous Engraver and found it very stressful. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Engraver.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to be a shipwright again

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1400 gp.

Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a blue coat. He carries with him a set of hand crossbows on his belt, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his father. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Crampernap took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up hand crossbow and armor he uses now. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Logical. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 1800 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.