Description: He wears just a black suit. He carries with him a set of daggers, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears his brown hair up. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: His father 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. Cory took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Shy, Lazy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his sai with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Born in the west to a Barber, Geoffrey learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Rich, Family. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears skinny pants and wears a violet and brown robe with the hood down. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy silver hair. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. His arcane abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature falchion.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Athletic, Joker, Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man tends to wear a blue poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His brown hair is thinning but still full. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. 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: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He worked as a nervous Body Guard and found it very stressful. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 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 light armors faded through time and improper care. His black hair is unkempt and raggedy. He is baby faced.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Glassblower hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Human compassion; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: Star rose quartz (80 gp). Iolite (80 gp). Aquamarine (300 gp).