Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He likes to wear tan tank tops with red pants. His white hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. 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: Kody was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. 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 now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 3 Tanglefoot bags. 4 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a tan shirt, with a black mid length shorts with black tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His hair is short and brown. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: The child of a Interpreter, who enjoyed hunting, Wymar was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Wymar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up crossbow and armor he uses now. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Bonds: Family, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 19000 sp. Black opal (1200 gp). Deep blue spinel (1100 gp). Moss agate (12 gp). Jade (90 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing violet cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze. His golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his father. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Spy work with an outfit from a few towns over. Spy work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. 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 be a Layabout again; and expand his business

Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 100 gp. Peridot (30 gp).

Description: He wears skinny pants and wears a white and grey robe with the hood down, and carries swords. His chestnut hair is matted, messy, and big. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Trey speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: Trey was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He's also a talented Junk Dealer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 13000 cp. Iolite (70 gp). Red-brown spinel (160 gp). Freshwater pearl (16 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He tends to wear a brown poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. Sporting a white mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.