Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He keeps his chestnut hair in a pixie cut. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of drow may trigger it at times.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He worked as a nervous Sellsword and found it very stressful. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He wants revenge against drow; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Enemies, Military, Job, Slave. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 110 pp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (900 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2400 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He prefers to wear tan pants and tee shirts. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. His ears are large.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Nature, Mentor. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: Smoky quartz (40 gp). Hematite (5 gp).

Description: An older man who typically wears yellow cloth garments or leather armor, he is not a threatening figure. His hair is cut close to his head. He is baby faced.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Korfel will drive conversation. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Korfel lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His childhood dream was to be a Spice Merchant, but he was a colossal failure. He has worked as a Ruler like his mother before him.

Motivation: To be a Spice Merchant again.

Ideals: Extrovert. Bonds: Religious, Family, Job. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: An older man who is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times, he is not a threatening figure. His blonde hair is heavily combed to the left. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his father. 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 left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Flaws: Insane, Greedy. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: Rock crystal (20 gp). Hematite (7 gp). Black pearl (800 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is brown, silky, and of moderate length. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Percival was born with his father's beautiful face. While he appears to be a normal Human, 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. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Joker, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Slave, Attractive. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 80 gp.