Description: He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly axes and sais. His white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: Thamior is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was born in the east. Thamior was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Thamior decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Extrovert, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. He has a long white beard with little hanging trinkets. His skin is flawless and his brown eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family 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. Being a Performer kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 1200 gp.

Description: This man is very fat, and is wearing a tight blue one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His auburn hair and beard is wavy and long. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

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. Thervan was born on a far northern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Banker. He has achieved small success as a Banker.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 1500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This tall, slender man wears a brown coat over a blue low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon his head. He wears a colorful flower in his black hair. His eyes are violet.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Gifted from a young age, Aramil studied abroad. Because his mother participated in the massacre of their homeland, dire rats burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the north, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his father from journeying north to reunite his family. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 1800 gp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (700 gp).

Description: He stands about 5'3" and is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

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 is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature glaive.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Slave. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 300 pp. Lapis lazuli (8 gp). Deep blue spinel (900 gp). Iolite (60 gp). Sard (60 gp).