Description: He wears pastel robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a falchion, but if one is not available he will default to his shield. His silver hair is matted, messy, and big. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Immeral has worked very hard to control his curse. Some 9 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Immeral never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 11000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He has shaved his head bald. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: To protect his home.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Criminal record. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 1000 sp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1200 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp).

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His hair is chestnut and curly. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Ahvain wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born in the south. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ahvain fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: Deep green spinel (130 gp). Aquamarine (500 gp). Deep blue spinel (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: With grey face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a brown costume with the symbols of the sun god on his torso. He is bald on top and has large auburn tufts of hair around his ears. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Impeccable, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful, Mundane. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 7000 sp. Chrysoberyl (160 gp). Red spinel (160 gp). Zircon (80 gp). Deep blue spinel (1000 gp).

Description: An older man who is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing red cape and mantle trimmed with soft tan waves gently in the breeze, he is not a threatening figure. His silver hair is singed and shortened. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. 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 a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. After coming to the age of reason, Fivin took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Slave. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: Embroidered and bejeweled glove (1000 gp). Solid gold idol (400 gp).