Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with blue colored cloaks and clothing. His black hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

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 keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Gifted from a young age, Theodoric studied abroad. A freak accident while working with his Merchant father left him crippled. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west; and to be a merchant again

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 400 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp). A small bag of saffron. (50 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a simple violet robe with green stripes complete with hood. His white hair is unkempt and raggedy. This green eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. In his 12th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father 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 now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'10" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Percival hails from a village terrorized by goblins. He has had some formal writing training, and achieved minor success. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Selfish. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 20 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His black crest has been sun bleached extensively. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. He always admired druidic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To protect his home; and to be a butcher again

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears red leather gloves, a red jacket, and tight pants. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: Balimaar was born the youngest of three triplets. Through the years after Balimaar was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Balimaar's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Balimaar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To pay off his debts; and doesn't want to be a barkeep and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Family, Debt. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 600 gp. Old masterpiece painting (400 gp).