Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft grey waves gently in the breeze. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. 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 east. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Job, Family. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 110 gp. Jet (50 gp).

Description: He wears dull blue sweaters, loose tan pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed shield, just in case. He carries with him a set of shields on his belt, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He wears his blonde hair down. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Mûg 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 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Sensitive, Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 1200 gp. Golden yellow topaz (700 gp).

Description: This eastern man is abnormally tall. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His black fur, when down, is lengthy. He has gleaming, smiling yellow eyes.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the east. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Slave, Criminal record. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 800 gp. Amber (70 gp). Rhodochrosite (4 gp). Iolite (30 gp). Emerald (500 gp). Chalcedony (30 gp). Lapis lazuli (4 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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 is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His white hair and beard is wavy and long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

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 always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. Adran was born on a far northern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Soapmaker. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools. 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Silk rope.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a blue tunic with brown highlights, and long pastel pants that bunch up around his shoes. His white hair has been sun bleached extensively. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. 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 got into the Apothecary business at a young age. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Criminal record, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.