Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'8" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He keeps his long silver crest kept up in a rat tail. His gold eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1600 gp. Emerald (1400 gp). Aquamarine (1300 gp). Chalcedony (30 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1300 gp). Bloodstone (30 gp). Black pearl (1300 gp). Smoky quartz (30 gp).

Description: He is wearing a long, tan, dusty cloak, and carries sais. His tied-back hair is chestnut. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is a Armorer first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Armorer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Armorer. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To be a Fortune-teller again; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 9000 cp. Alexandrite (900 gp). Aquamarine (900 gp). Eye agate (5 gp). 1 Breastplate.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he prefers to wear flannel. His hair is long and chestnut with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. Uthemar is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his brothers into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the north. Uthemar was born on a far northern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Weaver. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears skinny pants and wears a green and violet robe with the hood down. He has wavy black hair. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Quarion was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Quarion's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He sports black clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His tied-back hair is silver. His eyes are gray and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Slave. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Just what you see.