Description: He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with deerstalker hat. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his whip, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. His auburn hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. He has several tiny opal earrings on each ear.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: Sapphire pendant on gold chain (2300 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp). A delicate brass dragon egg (30 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His silver hair is braided into rings. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: Erevan was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Shy, PTSD. Bonds: Poor, Slave. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Jade (140 gp).

Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light pastel in addition to tight pants, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'0" when asserting himself. He has dyed his greying lavender fur a little too much giving a sharp lavender color. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of goblins may trigger it at times.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. 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. Cask took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. He bought a pickaxe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son; and a deep hatred of goblins

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Poor, Nature, Family. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: Onyx (60 gp).

Description: He stands about 5'10" and is dressed in an above average manner. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His black hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He worked as a nervous Ploughman and found it very stressful. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'10" when asserting himself. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Roland was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Roland decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 60 gp.