Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it. His black hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His brown eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and doesn't want to be a courier and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 90000 cp. Silver pearl (100 gp). Alexandrite (900 gp). Chalcedony (20 gp). Jade (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His blonde hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His green eyes are slightly larger than normal.

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. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Riardon is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the west to a Detective, Riardon learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He worked as a nervous Detective and found it very stressful. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To be a Shoemaker again; and expand his business

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Detective

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 400 gp. Golden yellow topaz (500 gp). Tourmaline (50 gp). Amethyst (50 gp). Amethyst (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a blue tunic with black highlights, and long yellow pants that bunch up around his shoes. He carries with him a set of longswords on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of black, and is pulled back with small blue clips. His beard is black, braided, and well cared for. This gray eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Detective but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Pacifist, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Detective

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He dresses in green turtlenecks beneath a white coat with brown slacks. He has a very tight haircut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. The war was a terrible time for him, and Theriatis does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. 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. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Flaws: Insomniac, Impulsive, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Poor. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 300 gp. Aquamarine (200 gp). Lapis lazuli (11 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). Golden yellow topaz (200 gp).

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears bulky brown painted plate armor. He is an epitome of beauty. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Berrian grew up listening to his mother's many stories. 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. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 30000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.