Description: The light-skinned man stands 4'11" and wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His chestnut hair is unkempt and raggedy. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. 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: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Being a Sculptor 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 will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 700 gp. Iolite (20 gp).

Description: This exceptionally lanky man 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 small hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Gifted from a young age, Quarion studied abroad. His necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Guardian. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His red hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born in a small island village. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He bought a crossbow 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: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Slave. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 80000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a green vest and prefers brown and yellow shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'11" when asserting himself. His black hair is smooth and relatively long. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Eiravel is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Eiravel lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 3000 gp. Obsidian (4 gp). Lapis lazuli (4 gp). Carnelian (20 gp). Amber (40 gp).

Description: He wears a black cloak and cross-gartered white stockings. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly swords and rapiers. His hair is short and auburn. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he is content

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 2300 gp. Star rose quartz (20 gp). Lapis lazuli (13 gp).