Description: He stands about 4'11" and wears a fancy white suit. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is cut close to his head. He has amber eyes.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Paelias was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His hair is silver and curly. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from 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, Paymon is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Paymon grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Paymon. After months of barely getting by, Paymon managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Justice, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 20 gp. Malachite (5 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has styled his black hair well, parting it to the right. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. 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 knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Bather

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 2000 gp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He wears his blonde hair up. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was born in a small plains village. Harbek liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: Just what you see.