Description: He wears a tan collared shirt and grey pants. He accessorizes with a black scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His hair is long and white with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small tan clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. 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: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Military, Religious, Criminal record. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 120 pp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1800 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His green leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars. His golden hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Guardian, Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1200 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His golden hair is still thick. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright green and violet, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His brown hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his painting with anyone who is interested.

History: Eiravel was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic, Persistence. Bonds: Rich, Slave, Family. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 1800 gp. Chrysoprase (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a pastel broad hat and pastel clothes. He wears his brown hair up in a very large beehive style do. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. Mindartis 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. Mindartis 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. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious, Criminal record. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 1000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1600 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (2100 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (2100 gp).