Description: This slender man stands about 5'2". He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His auburn hair is singed and shortened. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His parents enrolled him in a Fighter school at a young age so that he could practice his divine talents. Recently the stress of being a Fortune-teller has made it difficult for him to sleep.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with Stetson hat. He has done his best to style his red hair to look like a famous performer. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. 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 was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and expand his business

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Emotional, Disease. Bonds: Slave, Job. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 2700 sp. 3 Smokesticks. 2 Antitoxin. 3 Holy water.

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 usually wears his tan robe and has his trident always slung over his shoulder. He keeps his blonde hair in a pixie cut. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

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. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Insane, Insomniac. Bonds: Religious, Military. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 17000 cp.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is renowned for his bright tan suits and hats. His moppish silver hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: Born in the north to a Weaver, Balimaar learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. 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 ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Weaver for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and money/treasure

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Job, Rich. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 1300 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears a white cloak and cross-gartered green stockings. His blonde hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He uses divination through singing.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. His parents enrolled him in a Fighter school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Percival fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1700 sp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Banded mail.