Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears just a tan suit. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His chestnut hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Brottor hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his singing career. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When Brottor reached his early adolescence his Dwarf 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 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 is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Artistic, Professionalism. Bonds: Slave, Rich, Military. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: He is lean but muscular and dresses like a well dressed Sculptor does. His crest is blue, silky, and of moderate length. His half smiles and red eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He's also a talented Locksmith, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 200 gp. A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (40 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He wears his blue hair up. His white eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is fiercely devoted to his father, and views his father's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-sister.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. 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 north. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Flaws: Shy, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 6000 sp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Patrin hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and many dire rats want him driven away

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 500 gp. Smoky quartz (70 gp). Lapis lazuli (5 gp). Red spinel (60 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (5 gp). Iolite (70 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 4'9" and wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His golden hair has been sun bleached extensively. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. 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, Halimath is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.