Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He has a white handlebar mustache and slicked back white hair. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born in the north. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Nuraval 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 retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Passionate, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 20000 cp.

Description: This late middle aged man wears a tight fitting black shirt and pants and is in decent physical shape. His chestnut hair is still thick. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. 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 was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Quarion was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Military. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Half-Orc, and stands approximately 6'0". He is dressed in earthy colors with a white and green handkerchief worn on his left side, and his gloved hand is found clutching a crossbow. His blonde hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Morg's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He's also a talented Apothecary, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Military, Job, Family. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 140 pp. 4 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he has the majority of his body covered in plate. His auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 8000 sp. Rose (30 gp). Azurite (14 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears brown leather gloves, a brown jacket, and tight pants. He has done his best to style his black hair to look like a famous performer. His gold eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He is an amazing painter.

History: Valafar was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. 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. 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 wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 900 gp.