Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His hair, while still mostly purple, has prominent grey streaks. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Zephan was born on a far eastern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Glassblower. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 5 years.

Motivation: To be a Sailor again.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Military, Job. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 290 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His brown hair is braided into rings. He wears large thick round spectacles.

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. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Flaws: Cynical, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 40000 cp. Zircon (40 gp). Violet garnet (900 gp).

Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively. He carries with him a set of flails, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His long red hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Shipwright. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Shipwright. He's also a talented Ploughman, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 140 gp. Tourmaline (110 gp).

Description: He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with blue colored cloaks and clothing, and carries daggers. His white hair has been sun bleached extensively. His silver eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Architect they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Seamstress, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 4000 gp. Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1200 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1200 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1700 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (100 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (100 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1200 gp).

Description: He wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a club, but if one is not available he will default to his greatsword. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly greatswords and clubs. He keeps his silver hair in a pixie cut. His eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Beloril was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Warlock, 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 Warlock in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He found a children's book about a Dwarf Warlock who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and obtaining odd cultural dwarven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 320 gp.