Description: He is in excellent shape and does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. 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: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Randal was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He was taken from his home at a very young age. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Mentor. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 120 gp. Star rose quartz (60 gp).

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with violet lining and desert motifs. His hair is long and golden with streaks of red, and is pulled back with small violet clips. His beard is red, braided, and well cared for. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Born to a Scribe, his mother struggled to pay the bills. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: Rock crystal (50 gp). Chrysoberyl (60 gp). Iolite (50 gp). Alexandrite (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears a grey shirt with thin blue vertical stripes and brown pants. His hair, while still mostly black, has prominent grey streaks. His skin is flawless and his hazel eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Thervan took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Carter

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a tight fitting red shirt and pants. His blonde hair is greasy and uncared for. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: Thamior was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. 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 is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: Golden pearl (110 gp). Coral (110 gp). Malachite (11 gp).

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he usually wears his black robe and has his lance always slung over his shoulder. He has no hair. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 97. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. A serious injury left his father unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm father. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and to pay off his debts

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Debt. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Jet (120 gp). 1 Banded mail.