Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with black colored cloaks and clothing. His golden hair has been sun bleached extensively. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady violet eyes.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Oblar 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. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To unite with his sister; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Poor. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 2700 sp. Hematite (5 gp). Star rose quartz (60 gp). 2 Smokesticks.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with grey colored cloaks and clothing, marred by sweets. He sports a flattop hair cut. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Born to a Roofer, his mother struggled to pay the bills. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, In love. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 220 gp.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his greatsword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his greatsword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. He has a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.

Personality: He hates Half-Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Diggory was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Rogue, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Rogue in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Banker hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Enemies, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 300 gp. Moonstone (40 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a simple black robe with blue stripes complete with hood. His hair is long and auburn with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Nuraval grew up listening to his father's many stories. His martial abilities were realized during a raid on his village. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and obtaining odd cultural dwarven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Has a crush. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 12000 sp. Black opal (1300 gp). Onyx (20 gp). Violet garnet (900 gp).