Description: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and tends to wear a large white jacket. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He wears his blonde hair up in a very large beehive style do. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Darrak took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Military, Nature, Slave. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a kukri on his belt. His hair is brown, silky, and of moderate length. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. 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. Lamlis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: With red face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His red hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: Vondal was born with his mother's beautiful face. When Vondal reached his early adolescence his Dwarf mother 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's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and to reunite with his absent mother

Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Family, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 2 Smokesticks.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy blonde stubble. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has a hunchback. His blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. 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. After a long history of fighting, Tharivol and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a worn and beaten armor. His hair is auburn and very short. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. 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: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He's in love; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Rich, Slave, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 100 gp.