Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a rapier on his belt. He is bald on top and has large golden tufts of hair around his ears. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 2500 gp. Rock crystal (40 gp). Rich purple corundum (800 gp). Moonstone (40 gp). Moss agate (6 gp). Black pearl (1500 gp). Obsidian (6 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized tan coat. He wears his auburn hair up. His violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Eiravel 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. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Mortician hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and many brigands want him driven away

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 7000 cp. 1 Simple lock. 1 Backpack. 1 Superior lock.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears white trousers with brown and black striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes are amber and beady.

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 able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Navigator arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Tordek took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 100 pp.

Description: He is a husky man, who does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He sports a flattop hair cut. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of philosophers.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Secretive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 10 pp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His white hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. This violet eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. 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. Kildrak took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. 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 desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Religious, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 380 gp.