Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears tan leather gloves, a tan jacket, and tight pants. He has dyed his greying golden hair a little too much giving a sharp golden color. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the south. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and balancing his hectic life and new sage responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Debt. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a brown collared shirt and black pants. He accessorizes with a white scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has shaved his head bald. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Orcs in the west were limited. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This dark-skinned male is wearing a tight white one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His red hair is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. Being a Jeweler kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. This amber eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is mildly Half-Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Half-Elves.

History: Efferil was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Aristocrat, 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 Aristocrat in service of a powerful lord somewhere. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Half-Elven conditions. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Athletic. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp). A small bag of saffron. (60 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1200 gp).

Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His red hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. After a long history of fighting, Galinndan and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 300 gp.