Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times, marred by beers. He has styled his golden hair well, parting it to the left. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Interpreter hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

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 feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 5'10" western man, he dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His blue hair has been sun bleached extensively. His red eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker tan hat.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has worked as a Map Maker like his father before him.

Motivation: To be a Layabout again.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Job. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 1000 sp. 1 Everburning torch. 3 Antitoxin.

Description: He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He carries with him a set of scimitars on his belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. His blonde hair is singed and shortened. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Rolf fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He prefers to wear flannel. His black hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He has amber eyes.

Personality: This man loves painting and to teach people painting more than just about anything. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. Frouse was born on a far southern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Body Guard. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Revenge.

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious, Mentor, Enemies. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is wearing a long, brown, dusty cloak. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length silver hair. His eyes are likewise gray.

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. 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 white middle class family as the only child. Nuraval 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 longsword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insane, Mundane, Depressed. Bonds: Slave, Nature. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 90 gp.