Description: This malnourished man wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His chestnut hair is matted, messy, and big. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: Naeris 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 family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. Being a Stylist 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 has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 14000 sp. Emerald (1400 gp). Alexandrite (1600 gp). Black star sapphire (1400 gp). Aquamarine (1600 gp). Tourmaline (90 gp). Malachite (4 gp). Alexandrite (1600 gp).

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'4" and tends to wear a brown poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He keeps his red hair in a pixie cut. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this northern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature hand crossbow.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Glassblower responsibilities is difficult; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He tends to wear a large violet jacket. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson violet hat.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was born into a rich family. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. He has achieved small success as a Spy.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and regain custody of his daughter

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Rich, Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 1800 gp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He typically wears green cloth garments or leather armor. His hair is short and blonde. 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 dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born in a small forest village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Arannis took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up rapier and armor he uses now. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Pacifist, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His black hair is knotted and matted. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Mercenary profession.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Marshal hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Marshal for the past few years.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Marshal responsibilities is difficult; and to be a mercenary again

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Mentor, Poor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.