Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a grey vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his grey boots flare out at the collars. With a patchy white beard and wild white hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Shipwright. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and he's in love

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Has a crush, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 2300 sp. A small bag of saffron. (100 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a pastel shirt, with a white mid length shorts with white tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the south. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Slave. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 2200 sp.

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his quarterstaff with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He sports a flattop hair cut. His ears are large.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and to protect his home

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Guardian, Nature. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he prefers to wear green pants and tee shirts. His hair is silver and curly. His gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. 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: Born to a pair of adventurers, Godfrey grew up listening to his father's many stories. At some point he was captured by giants and was tortured. After several years of this he finally managed to escape. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Flaws: Disease, Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Adventurer, Slave. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: This light-skinned male very much looks the part of a Barrister. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His hair is chestnut and curly. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his dancing with anyone who is interested.

History: Born in the west to a Barrister, Hunter learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Hunter took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up ceremonial dagger and armor he uses now. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Barrister and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Barrister responsibilities is difficult; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Job, Nature, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 400 gp.