Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He has hazel eyes and a grey hat with a brown feather.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Armorer born in the past three hundred years. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He has worked as a Armorer like his mother before him.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Job, Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His hair is short and white. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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 remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is content; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 60 pp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. His white hair is cut short. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. 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: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

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: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Criminal record. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 14000 sp. Golden yellow topaz (200 gp). Amethyst (100 gp).

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'4" when asserting himself. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Thamior isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He uses divination through singing.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. In his 15th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He was granted martial powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and money/treasure

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 100000 cp. An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (70 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (70 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (70 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears black painted combat armor at almost all times. He keeps his auburn hair in a flapper bob. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Soveliss was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He's also a talented Spice Merchant, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Attractive. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 6000 sp.