Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his kukri with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He is bald on top and has large auburn tufts of hair around his ears. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at 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: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 13000 cp. Star rose quartz (30 gp). Citrine (30 gp). Rose (30 gp). 1 Antitoxin.

Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light blue in addition to tight pants. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He has wavy blonde hair. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. 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: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Military, Mentor. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 300 gp. Silver pearl (110 gp). Hematite (10 gp).

Description: This slender man stands about 5'9". He wears a white cloak and cross-gartered pastel stockings. He has no hair. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He wears his white hair down. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Percival hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his music career. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 3 Smokesticks. 1 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: This late middle aged man wears just a grey suit and is in decent physical shape. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: The child of a Roofer, who enjoyed hunting, Jocelyn was taken on many hunting expeditions. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. 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 is wracked by social anxiety; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 100 gp.