Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears a tattered pair of loose white pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has a chestnut handlebar mustache and slicked back chestnut hair. This violet eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. A true patriot, Korfel would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. 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 bought a mace and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

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

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Poor, Slave, Military, Nature. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: An older man who likes to wear ponchos typically of a light black in addition to tight pants, he is not a threatening figure. He wears his black hair up in a very large beehive style do. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. 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 into a rich family. 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 tends to his Brewer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Religious, Rich, Job, Family. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 6000 sp. Emerald (800 gp). Tourmaline (50 gp). Tourmaline (50 gp). Azurite (6 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized green coat. He has a very tight haircut. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. 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: Born to a Painter, his mother struggled to pay the bills. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Assassin work with an outfit from a few towns over. Assassin work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has achieved small success as a Assassin.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Enemies, Poor, Job. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man stands a little under 4'9" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He is dressed in an above average manner. He sports a long red beard, and similarly colored long hair. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Thamior was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Stylist. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by goblins. Thamior was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the goblins.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: Obsidian (14 gp). Red spinel (120 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp). Jade (120 gp). Malachite (14 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (14 gp).

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His black hair is smooth and relatively long. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. Varis was born on a far eastern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Assassin. He has achieved small success as a Assassin.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and balancing his hectic life and new assassin responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Job, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.