Description: He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright black and brown, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly kukris and quarterstaffs. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length red hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

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 has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

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 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 island due to the painful memories there. Shane took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up kukri and armor he uses now. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Emotional, Addict. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 20000 cp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Masterwork Light steel shield.

Description: This man tends to wear a large pastel jacket, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His chestnut hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

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 is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. Clerebold abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Nature, Mentor, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 11000 cp.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears a tan shirt, with a white mid length shorts with white tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He wears his black hair up in a very large beehive style do. His eyes are gray.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his painting with anyone who is interested.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. His first spouse was a Cartwright, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

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

Ideals: Joker, Artistic, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: This man wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a shortspear, but if one is not available he will default to his bow, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Balimaar lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When Balimaar 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. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Spice Merchant and was forced into it by his family; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Justice, Extrovert. Bonds: Family, Military. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Banded mail. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His head has been shaved. He has blue 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. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 2800 sp. 1 Masterwork manacles. 1 Masterwork manacles.