Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His scarlet crest is lengthy. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: This man loves writing and to teach people writing more than just about anything. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Born in the west to a Scribe, Salasar learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Salasar 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. Salasar decided he wanted neither the life of his father 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's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac, Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 50 pp. Peridot (40 gp).

Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He carries with him a set of shortbows on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He has done his best to style his black crest to look like a famous performer. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are red.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. 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 used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Philantrophist. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1100 gp. Black pearl (700 gp). Chrysoberyl (80 gp). Violet garnet (700 gp). Tourmaline (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose green pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His blonde hair is singed and shortened. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

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. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Layabout 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: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 70000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He wears his brown hair down. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Vondal was born on a far northern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Locksmith. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is content; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: This light-skinned male tends to wear a white poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His hair is black, silky, and of moderate length. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Caeldrim grew up listening to his father's many stories. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 200 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (50 gp).