Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a bastard sword, but if one is not available he will default to his pickaxe. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His moppish red hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He is baby faced.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He moved out north to avoid the crime he committed. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

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

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Slave, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 7000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 4'7" southern man, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with tan lining and desert motifs. He keeps his long chestnut hair kept up in a rat tail. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. 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 born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. A freak accident while working with his Mortician mother left him crippled. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Server

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a white tunic with violet highlights, and long brown pants that bunch up around his shoes. His blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 82. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Body Guard arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Body Guard for the past few years.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This northern man wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His clothes are grease stained in places. His hair is chestnut and curly. His violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Aramil grew up listening to his mother's many stories. When Aramil reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Disciplined, Optimist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 2000 sp.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with tan colored cloaks and clothing. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. 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 mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Gifted from a young age, Naeris studied abroad. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and elven compassion

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Racist. Bonds: Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.