Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady red eyes.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. 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 was forced to fight in gladiatorial arenas alongside his partner. They became the best of friends and one day they managed to break out together and then went their separate ways.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Slave, Nature, Military. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'3". He wears just a black suit, and his gloved hand is found clutching a pickaxe. His chestnut hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are likewise brown.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was born in the west. Being born in the west, 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 west 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. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and seeks redemption

Flaws: Emotional, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 700 gp. Chrysoberyl (50 gp). Malachite (15 gp). Lapis lazuli (15 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a brown collared shirt and tan pants. He accessorizes with a brown scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He carries a battered greatsword and tarnished longbow as well. His hair is blonde and very short. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Naeris isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Naeris took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up longbow and armor he uses now. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Fearful, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1500 gp. Onyx (30 gp). Coral (120 gp). Malachite (11 gp). Star rose quartz (30 gp). Red spinel (120 gp). Chrysoberyl (120 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a red costume with the symbols of magic on his torso. Sporting a white mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Unemployed. He tends to his Unemployed job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Masseuse; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush, Job. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 800 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp).

Description: He is well dressed, constantly wearing a blue suit, red shirt, and tan tie, and he perpetually has his sai ready. His red hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Dimble was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Dimble 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 Dimble. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Mentor. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 3 Antitoxin.