Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears a green collared shirt and blue pants. He accessorizes with a violet scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is brown, silky, and of moderate length. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing writing.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Disciplined, Artistic, Gifted. Bonds: Slave, Attractive. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a green collared shirt and brown pants. He accessorizes with a tan scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He carries a battered scimitar and tarnished sai as well. His chestnut hair is heavily combed to the right. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Norman took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sai and armor he uses now. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: He is greedy; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Guardian. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He is typically in his Glassblower uniform. His hair is long and red with streaks of auburn, and is pulled back with small violet clips. His beard is auburn, braided, and well cared for. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He got into the Glassblower business at a young age. 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 struck the Glassblower job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He has white hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. 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 made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Adventurer, Debt. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: With violet face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he prefers to wear grey clothing when he does not wear armor. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes orcs are coming to abduct people. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was born in a small desert village. 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. Conrad took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up axe and armor he uses now. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.