Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a grey shirt, with a green mid length shorts with green tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His black hair is matted, messy, and big. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Selfish. Bonds: Military, Mentor. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Layabout arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Naill abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Half-Elven artifacts is his passion; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Shy, Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 1100 pp. Golden yellow topaz (400 gp). Golden yellow topaz (400 gp). Black opal (1400 gp). Brown-green garnet (40 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears tattered old clothes, and is pretty ugly. His head has been shaved. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Fonkin 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. 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 betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: Jasper (30 gp). 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Masterwork manacles. 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he is dressed in an above average manner. His hair is brown and very short. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by goblins. Bhevek was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the goblins.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 4000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He has a large black mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his grey robe. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His silver hair is long and unkept. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Mamnen is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Religious. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: Freshwater pearl (11 gp). Red spinel (120 gp). 1 Minor magic item.