Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He keeps his chestnut hair in a flapper bob. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are brown.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Bolg hails from a village terrorized by drow. When Bolg reached his early adolescence his Half-Orc father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Priest for hire.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Enemies, Military, Job, Slave. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is renowned for his bright brown suits and hats. He carries a battered greatsword and tarnished flail as well. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. 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 spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Professionalism. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is very fat, and is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright black and brown, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. His tied-back hair is black. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. 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: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the north. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He became a Scribe soon after.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and balancing his hectic life and new scribe responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Job, Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His auburn hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Eiravel was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Artistic, Persistence, Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 100 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (400 gp). Solid gold idol (800 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (700 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Stylist. He wears his white hair down. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

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 does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. A gifted student he started as a Seamstress, but he got bored and became a Stylist. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Stylist for the past few years.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.