Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a bastard sword, but if one is not available he will default to his morningstar. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He keeps his dark red hair in a flapper bob. His black eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Merihim was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He has dedicated himself to building a better village for his children.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Bonds: Slave, Adventurer, Military, Job. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 1500 sp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His brown hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He worked as a nervous Merchant and found it very stressful. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Merchant for the past few years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Family. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He keeps his orange fur in a pixie cut. He has a dull look in his copper eyes.

Personality: Cask wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Barbarian, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south.

Ideals: Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: This late middle aged man wears light armors faded through time and improper care and is in decent physical shape. His chestnut hair is long and unkept. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Nuraval's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Nuraval 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 very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. During his travels, Nuraval and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Nuraval discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Nuraval fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He very much looks the part of a Assassin. He is physically well-built. He wears his silver hair up. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is mildly Half-Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 6 years.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Assassin responsibilities is difficult; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Addict, Racist. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 110 gp. Freshwater pearl (16 gp). Banded agate (16 gp). Aquamarine (400 gp). 1 Hourglass.