Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears silk and lounges about seductively. His moppish brown hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Server arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Server

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a tattered pair of loose yellow pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His hair is golden and curly. This violet eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Human culture. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He has had some formal singing training, and achieved minor success. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Racist, Selfish. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 200 gp. Red spinel (110 gp). Golden yellow topaz (900 gp). Red garnet (110 gp).

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'0" and is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has moderate length red hair. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. 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 mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Alex took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up club and armor he uses now. 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 to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Nature. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His hair is blonde and very short. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Mercenary who has hired him part-time. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Human companion (his 'brother'). When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 600 sp. Coral (70 gp). Jet (70 gp). 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Reynard took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up hammer and armor he uses now. He bought a hammer and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.