Description: This fat western man has a bulbous nose and very much looks the part of a Roofer. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He keeps his long white hair kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 93. 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 is an amazing painter.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. His childhood dream was to be a Bookbinder, but he was a colossal failure. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Roofer.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Job, Mentor. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His head has been shaved. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are blue.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his father. Theriatis was born on a far eastern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Dilettante. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Theriatis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Passionate. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Immigrant. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 20000 cp. Star ruby (1000 gp). Amber (150 gp). Sard (30 gp). Chrysoberyl (150 gp). Black pearl (600 gp).

Description: This eastern man is wearing a long, violet cloak. His clothes are grease stained in places. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. A friendly and beautiful Halfling, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Attractive, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his small tan hat.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Aura took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up warhammer and armor he uses now. He bought a warhammer and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Slave, Nature. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: Just what you see.