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 is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His hair, while still mostly blue, has prominent grey streaks. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. Modean was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Modean decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. 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 decided he is irredeemable; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Rich, Slave, Criminal record. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 1500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Drogo 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 Drogo. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; 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: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Mundane, Secretive. Bonds: Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 1200 gp.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes, and he perpetually has his flail ready. His blonde hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Aramil will drive conversation. 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, Aramil is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born in the east. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the east were limited. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 7000 cp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light red in addition to tight pants. He has no hair. His eyes are blue and beady.

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. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Rich, Job. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.