Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep tan leather and dull black iron scale mail. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: Uthemar was raised in a hard working conservative environment. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Assassin.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 38000 sp.

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 is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He has done his best to style his brown hair to look like a famous performer. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born in the north. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Gnomes in the north were limited. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears just a white suit. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 82. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. The war was a terrible time for him, and Kriv does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Kriv was born with his mother's beautiful face. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Flaws: Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 900 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1700 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (110 gp).

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He wears his silver hair up in a very large beehive style do. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. A friendly and beautiful Dwarf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dwarves in the west were limited. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Disease, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Immigrant. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1300 gp. Blue quartz (4 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His blue crest is still thick. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: Gifted from a young age, Zedaar studied abroad. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Zedaar 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 Zedaar. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and 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

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 300 gp. Chalcedony (60 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp).