Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Interpreter. Sporting a chestnut mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has green eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Efferil lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Cynical, Forgetful, Fearful. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is well dressed, constantly wearing a brown suit, yellow shirt, and brown tie. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. His eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: This man loves singing and to teach people singing more than just about anything. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. Being a Server 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 being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Artistic, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Server

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 6000 gp. Aquamarine (1300 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Silver pearl (120 gp). Banded agate (10 gp). Black pearl (1300 gp). Silver pearl (120 gp). Onyx (60 gp). White pearl (120 gp). Black pearl (1300 gp). Jet (120 gp). Red-brown spinel (120 gp). Chrysoberyl (120 gp). Banded agate (10 gp). Red garnet (120 gp). Silver pearl (120 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His hair is chestnut and curly. 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 a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. 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 has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature bow.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 900 gp. Rose (50 gp). Malachite (9 gp). Azurite (9 gp).

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears a blue costume with the symbols of his god on his torso. He wears his silver hair down. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Ahvain will drive conversation. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was born in a small forest village. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and doesn't want to be a herbalist and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Extrovert, Philantrophist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 20000 cp. Moss agate (12 gp). Blue quartz (12 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he dresses well, wearing blue shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His hair is red, silky, and of moderate length. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Dayereth's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Dayereth 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. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. During his travels, Dayereth and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Dayereth discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Dayereth fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Slave. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 700 gp. Rose (60 gp).