Description: He stands about 6'1" and wears a blue coat over a green low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon his head. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His red hair is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. His parents enrolled him in a Commoner school at a young age so that he could practice his martial talents. He was granted martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 5000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with black lining and desert motifs. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. The war was a terrible time for him, and Dorn does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Dorn was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Poor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 7000 sp. Pink pearl (40 gp). Freshwater pearl (16 gp). Red spinel (40 gp). Aquamarine (200 gp). Coral (40 gp). Chrysoprase (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Dwarf, and stands approximately 4'2". He wears pastel robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a hammer, but if one is not available he will default to his flail, and his gloved hand is found clutching a flail. His hair is brown, silky, and of moderate length. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 1800 sp.

Description: He wears a blue vest and prefers brown and tan shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His fur, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Shy. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: Just what you see.