Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His hair is chestnut, silky, and of moderate length. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Bagabug was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a blue costume with the symbols of strength on his torso. His white fur, when down, is lengthy. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Disciplined, Extrovert, Persistence. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1000 gp. Jade (150 gp). White pearl (150 gp). Aquamarine (300 gp). Red spinel (150 gp). Obsidian (8 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (600 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp). Violet garnet (300 gp). Onyx (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He wears a green collared shirt and brown pants. He accessorizes with a blue scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His auburn hair is still thick. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. 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, Rangrim is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born in the east. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Joker, Justice. Bonds: Slave, Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Courier

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 4000 gp. Jade (40 gp). Blue quartz (7 gp).

Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His bronze crest is long and unkept. His gold eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker black hat.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 12. 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. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His parents enrolled him in a Bard school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Mentor. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.