Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a green vest and prefers tan and blue shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. His green eyes peer out from beneath his broad green hat.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: Nutae was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Nutae grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Nutae. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a grey vest and prefers green and grey shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He carries with him a set of daggers, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His auburn hair is singed and shortened. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes orcs are coming to abduct people. 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: Gifted from a young age, Riardon studied abroad. His divine abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He has worked as a Scribe like his mother before him.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 20000 cp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He usually wears his white robe and has his sai always slung over his shoulder. He has a long chestnut beard with little hanging trinkets. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Butcher. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: Eiravel 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. Eiravel abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has achieved small success as a Butcher.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears an entirely white suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He wears a deerstalker hat to hide his balding. 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 is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a tight fitting violet shirt and pants. His auburn hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. 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 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. 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: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Vanuath was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Vanuath decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Revenge; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Mentor, Criminal record. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 700 gp.