Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Architect. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He is baby faced.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the north. When Reynard reached his early adolescence his Human father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Architect for the past few years.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Architect and was forced into it by his family; and to unite with his sister

Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Military, Job, Family. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is dark but he possesses many grey ritualistic tattoos. He wears dull red sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed monstrous two handed axe, just in case. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His skin is flawless and his violet eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He was born into a rich family. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He's also a talented Ploughman, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Rich, Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 40 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a husky man, who tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He is bald on top and has large red tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Manfred speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. Manfred was born on a far southern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Farmer. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Depressed. Bonds: Slave, Immigrant. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This man wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a green coat, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He is bald on top and has large blonde tufts of hair around his ears. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was born in the west. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Slave Trader profession.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the east. He worked as a nervous Cartwright and found it very stressful. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 14 years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Flaws: Cynical, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Banded mail.