Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears long strands of sapphire and short violet dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He has wavy auburn hair. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. 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 comes from a rich northern family. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Bonds: Rich, Guardian, Slave. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He usually wears his green robe and has his hammer always slung over his shoulder. He has no hair. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

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 invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Gifted from a young age, Ar-Baruk studied abroad. After coming to the age of reason, Ar-Baruk took it upon himself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. Being a Bookbinder kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 200 sp. 2 Smokesticks.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He wears a colorful flower in his black hair. This green eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. The war was a terrible time for him, and Mogg does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Mogg 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. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Mogg fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 47000 sp.

Description: He wears long strands of ruby and short blue dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He keeps his red hair in a pixie cut. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Dworic took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and money/treasure

Flaws: Terse, Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 170 gp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He has styled his brown hair well, parting it to the left. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. 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: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. In his 18th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother 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 used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Slave. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 100 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (400 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (400 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (400 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.