Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose yellow pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and he perpetually has his bow ready. His red hair is unkempt and raggedy. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. 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: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Sailor hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was forced to fight in gladiatorial arenas alongside his partner. They became the best of friends and one day they managed to break out together and then went their separate ways.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Slave. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears black leather gloves, a black jacket, and tight pants. He wears his golden hair up in a very large beehive style do. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are blue.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born in the south to a Herbalist, Norman learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Herbalist. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Herbalist.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Family. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1500 gp. Old masterpiece painting (500 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (130 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. Sporting a silver mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His eyes are likewise brown.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Born in the north to a Stylist, Rolf learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. 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: To prove his worth to the world; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Job, Attractive. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears baggy pastel pantaloons and a grey scarf. His brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. He is baby faced.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Server profession.

History: Born in the west to a Bellfounder, Percival learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Percival fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Emotional, Depressed. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 10000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a grey collared shirt and brown pants. He accessorizes with a violet scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He carries with him a set of scythes on his belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. His golden hair is long and unkept. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Guardian, Nature. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 900 gp. Blue quartz (11 gp). Bloodstone (60 gp).