Description: This man stands a little under 6'6" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears an entirely tan suit with white socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep black.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Joker, Athletic. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: This tall, slender man likes to wear green tank tops with tan pants. His black hair is unkempt and raggedy. His gold eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Mormo took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Mormo fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Passionate, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 4000 gp. Fiery yellow corundum (700 gp). Zircon (30 gp). Malachite (7 gp). Smoky quartz (30 gp). Bloodstone (30 gp). Moss agate (7 gp). Freshwater pearl (7 gp). Azurite (7 gp). Hematite (7 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His auburn hair is matted, messy, and big. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Eberk has worked very hard to control his curse. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Healer

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 220 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a white coat. His white hair is unkempt and raggedy. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: Borun is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. 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: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform 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; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Slave, Nature. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 600 gp.