Description: He has a missing left leg. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. His head has been shaved. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Thamior wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

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

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He very much looks the part of a Soapmaker. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His brown hair is heavily combed to the left. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. Being a Soapmaker kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

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

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Slave, Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Hematite (12 gp). Lapis lazuli (12 gp). Onyx (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep blue leather and dull pastel iron scale mail. His blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: Born to a Laborer, his mother struggled to pay the bills. Fivin 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 is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 300 pp. Red-brown spinel (120 gp). Obsidian (7 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His blonde hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His eyes are blue.

Personality: Erevan is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. A true patriot, Erevan would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and money/treasure

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Rich. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 10000 sp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (700 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he usually wears his white robe and has his warhammer always slung over his shoulder. His white hair is singed and shortened. His eyes are green and beady.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Caeldrim isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Born to a Miller, his mother struggled to pay the bills. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 3000 gp. Fire opal (1400 gp). Moss agate (16 gp). Jet (40 gp).