Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Sun has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Insomniac, Cynical, Disease. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 60 pp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His rusty crest is braided into rings. His red unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Quarethon has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

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

Flaws: Disease, Cynical. Bonds: Slave, Religious. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 900 gp. Pink pearl (120 gp). Obsidian (11 gp). Blue sapphire (800 gp). Aquamarine (900 gp).

Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His white crest is unkempt and raggedy. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He is a Succubi in disguise. He found a children's book about a Dragonborn Warlock who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 400 gp. White pearl (80 gp). Rhodochrosite (10 gp).

Description: He wears dull white sweaters, loose tan pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed spear, just in case, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'9" when asserting himself. His head has been shaved. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: A powerful wizard made him what he is. When Ahvain reached his early adolescence his Half-Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Mentor, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 3000 sp. A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (80 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp).