Description: He dresses in white turtlenecks beneath a red coat with tan slacks, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'9" when asserting himself. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is a Stableman first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He struck the Stableman job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 1000 gp. Alexandrite (200 gp). Banded agate (4 gp). Blue quartz (4 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Zircon (60 gp).

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His red hair is thinning but still full. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

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: Varis was born with his father's beautiful face. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Disease, Emotional. Bonds: Attractive, Slave. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His head has been shaved. He is baby faced.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Fivin was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. Through the years after Fivin was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Fivin's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fivin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Poor. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He prefers to wear black pants and tee shirts. His chestnut hair is cut short. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

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. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Raer lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Raer took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. He bought a falchion and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Dilettante and was forced into it by his family; and regain custody of his son

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Family, Nature. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 7000 sp. Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2100 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (2100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This western man wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a whip on his belt. His clothes are grease stained in places. His auburn hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He has achieved small success as a Blacksmith.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: Zircon (60 gp).