Description: He wears tattered old clothes. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his whip, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a rose on it. He has moderate length red fur. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Nimble grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered dancing. He has never given up on his dancing dream.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Logical, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 300 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (5 gp). Deep blue spinel (1000 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He has no hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Born in the north to a Apothecary, Sammal learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Apothecary. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 3 years.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Apothecary responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He keeps his long white hair kept up in a rat tail. He has gray eyes and a pastel hat with a brown feather.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Carter. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Brottor is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His parents enrolled him in a Expert school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Job, Military. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a simple red robe with blue stripes complete with hood. His long green crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. His gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. A true patriot, Medrash would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Medrash took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shield and armor he uses now. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 2000 sp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.