Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. His brown hair, when down, is lengthy. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Qualen was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Qualen was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Impeccable, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 37000 sp. Chalcedony (50 gp). Malachite (6 gp). Blue quartz (6 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He wears his black hair up. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His crest, while still mostly rusty, has prominent grey streaks. He has red eyes.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. 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: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. His addictions have taken their toll on his wallet, and he has found himself with a great deal of debt owed.

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

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Slave, Poor. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: This younger middle-aged man is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes., and a wedding ring on his left hand. His tied-back hair is red. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. After a long history of fighting, Chay and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, In love. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 1700 sp. 1 Chain shirt.