Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'8" and dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 island due to the painful memories there. Adam took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up lance and armor he uses now. Some 9 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Adam never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and to reunite with his absent father

Flaws: Sensitive, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature, In love, Family. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His tied-back hair is golden. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his mother. Trym was born on a far southern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Guard. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by goblins, and he desires to right it; and a deep hatred of goblins

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 800 gp. Iolite (70 gp). Moss agate (10 gp).

Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress), and he perpetually has his glaive ready. His black hair is matted, messy, and big. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. At a young age his father died while driving off some gnolls. His mother being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in glaive use. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by gnolls. Frederick was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the gnolls.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (300 gp).

Description: The light-skinned man stands 6'5" and wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He's also a talented Spice Merchant, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

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

Ideals: Passionate, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 40000 cp.