Description: He typically wears grey cloth garments or leather armor. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He has wavy brown hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. 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: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Through the years after Wiggens was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Wiggens's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Doctor.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and to be a fletcher again

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His silver hair is still thick. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep red.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Born in the west to a Ruler, Forcas learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. A gifted student he started as a Spice Merchant, but he got bored and became a Ruler. He bought a falchion and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Job, Nature. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 600 gp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (600 gp).

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing white cape and mantle trimmed with soft yellow waves gently in the breeze. He has golden hair. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease, Hedonist. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (90 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1000 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1600 gp).

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. He has shaved his head bald. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Morg 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. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Sailor profession.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Morg grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Roofer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Roofer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 90000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.