Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears a tattered pair of loose pastel pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. With bright white hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the north. Broce was born on a far northern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Ruler. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

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; and he is content

Ideals: Disciplined, Extrovert. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 130 gp. 1 Simple lock.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. His eyes are silver and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. His childhood dream was to be a Bricklayer, but he was a colossal failure. 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 is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Hedonist, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 100 gp. Obsidian (6 gp). Citrine (30 gp). Carnelian (30 gp). 1 Full Plate. 1 Banded mail. 1 Breastplate.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: The child of a Hunter, who enjoyed hunting, Immeral was taken on many hunting expeditions. Immeral liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He bought a hammer and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 1000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His white hair is lengthy. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Fortune-teller. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Born in the north to a Fortune-teller, Az-Rans learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Family. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 900 gp. Violet garnet (1300 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He sports a long golden beard, and similarly colored long hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. Barfa liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Barfa was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: A deep hatred of giants; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Slave, Enemies, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 1100 gp. Deep blue spinel (300 gp).