Description: A man of a pale complexion, he prefers to wear violet clothing when he does not wear armor. His crest is rusty and curly. His eyes are likewise gold. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. 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: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Zedaar liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: To pay off his debts; and he is greedy

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Nature, Debt. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 1900 gp. Aquamarine (600 gp). Blue sapphire (400 gp). Amber (130 gp). Aquamarine (600 gp). Blue quartz (7 gp). Rock crystal (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears an entirely red suit with brown socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His chestnut hair is long and unkept. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes brigands are coming to abduct people. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Krakhorn lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. After coming to the age of reason, Krakhorn 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. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by brigands, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Enemies, Family. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His hair is long and chestnut with streaks of auburn, and is pulled back with small green clips. His beard is auburn, braided, and well cared for. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Taklinn is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a Barkeep, his father struggled to pay the bills. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Dwarven companion (his 'brother'). Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 30 pp. 1 Banded mail.

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 tends to wear a large tan jacket. He wears his copper crest down. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He worked as a nervous Actor and found it very stressful. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Slave. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Average lock. 1 Disguise kit.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Slave, Attractive. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 3000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (700 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.