Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has done his best to style his white hair to look like a famous performer. His half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

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 has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. 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. Laucian fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Barkeep. His white crest is singed and shortened. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

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. Pandjed enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He worked as a nervous Barkeep and found it very stressful. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He has moderate length silver hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Hadarai will drive conversation. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. His parents enrolled him in a Adept school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and retire the richest man in the west

Ideals: Extrovert, Gifted. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Sellsword

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

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This malnourished man sports red clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered singing. He struck the Beggar job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Bonds: Poor, Job, Mentor. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 8000 sp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Dragonborn, and stands approximately 6'7". He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a blue coat, and his gloved hand is found clutching a crossbow. His copper crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. He has gold eyes and a blue hat with a violet feather.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 island due to the painful memories there. Quarethon took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up crossbow and armor he uses now. He has never given up on his singing dream.

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: Artistic. Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 110 gp.