Description: He wears a blue tunic with green highlights, and long black pants that bunch up around his shoes. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His silver hair is lengthy. His gold unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this southern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. A true patriot, Zepar would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. In his 19th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others.

Flaws: Disease, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears a black collared shirt and pastel pants. He accessorizes with a tan scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His tied-back hair is auburn. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He got into the Blacksmith business at a young age. He dropped out of school to support his sick father, and resented it. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Opinionated, Logical. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 500 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (800 gp).

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a green suit, tan shirt, and black tie. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. He has several tiny topaz earrings on each ear.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Melech was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Melech grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Melech. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is greedy; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 180 gp.

Description: He wears just a grey suit. He carries with him a set of shortspears, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His auburn hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Tharivol took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shortspear and armor he uses now. He was forced to fight in gladiatorial arenas alongside his partner. They became the best of friends and one day they managed to break out together and then went their separate ways.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Slave, Nature. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 5000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This light-skinned male is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His hair is long and brown with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small yellow clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. 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: He is content; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Mentor, Job. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 20000 cp. 6 Acid flasks.