Description: This man is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

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. He takes great joy in being the best Masseuse in town.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the south. Frederick 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. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Masseuse and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by goblins, and he desires to right it; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 900 sp. Sard (80 gp). Alexandrite (600 gp). Aquamarine (600 gp).

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His black hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Dean wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Fighter, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He is a Lycanthrope in disguise. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Marshal. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Disciplined, Professionalism, Impeccable. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His auburn hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Percival 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. In his 15th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 1300 sp. Silver pearl (110 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is dark but he possesses many red ritualistic tattoos. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright tan and red, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He has dyed his greying chestnut hair a little too much giving a sharp chestnut color. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Server

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 30000 sp.

Description: This fat northern man has a bulbous nose and wears a green top hat and green clothes. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His silver hair is still thick. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: He is mildly Human supremacist, though he does not identify as such. Don is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: Born in the north to a Scribe, Don learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Scribe and was forced into it by his family; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Family, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 200 gp.