Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a tan shirt with thin white vertical stripes and yellow pants. He wears his chestnut hair up in a very large beehive style do. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a rapier, but if one is not available he will default to his dagger. His long white hair reaches down to his waist. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Rolen was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. A gifted student he started as a Herbalist, but he got bored and became a Barber. He's also a talented Herbalist, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 50 pp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He dresses well, wearing pastel shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are blue.

Personality: He hates dire rats. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Thervan was born on a far northern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Junk Dealer. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 1000 gp. Star ruby (1400 gp). Silver pearl (70 gp). Amber (70 gp). Golden pearl (70 gp). Aquamarine (300 gp). Hematite (15 gp). Malachite (15 gp). Moonstone (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. 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 the only child of a wealthy merchant. While he appears to be a normal Elf, 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 now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Slave. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 400 gp. An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (60 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1000 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His chestnut hair is long and unkept. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is greedy

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 2000 gp.