Description: He prefers to wear flannel, and carries shortspears. His blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature shortspear.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 100 pp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is dressed in earthy colors with a black and pastel handkerchief worn on his right side. His brown hair is still thick. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. A freak accident while working with his Dyer father left him crippled. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is content; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'4" and is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His black hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. 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, Percival is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Percival was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Passionate, Justice. Bonds: Nature, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His chestnut hair and beard is wavy and long. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. In his 18th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Bather.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Job, Family. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 700 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (30 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears long strands of ruby and short blue dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Clerebold was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. In his 18th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and to prove his worth to the world

Flaws: Greedy, Impulsive, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 22000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.