Description: He likes to wear violet tank tops with brown pants. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

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. 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: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Human activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Human doctor. 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 not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Insane, Racist. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 300 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1500 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1900 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. He has dyed his greying black hair a little too much giving a sharp black color. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Alex took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears a tight fitting black shirt and pants. His long silver hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. Gomory is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Banker. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Banker for the past few years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Military, Job. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 400 gp.

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 a tight fitting pastel shirt and pants. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Drogo was born the youngest of three triplets. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Layabout hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Miller they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Layabout, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Ideals: Opinionated, Impeccable. Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Poor. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 6000 sp. Chalcedony (60 gp). Violet garnet (1400 gp). Alexandrite (1400 gp).

Description: He wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a hand crossbow, but if one is not available he will default to his shortspear. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He has styled his brown hair well, parting it to the right. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. 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: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Breastplate. 1 Darkwood Buckler.