Description: He is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He carries with him a set of falchions, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He keeps his long red hair kept up in a rat tail. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Map Maker born in the past three hundred years. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Tharivol was raised in a hard working conservative environment. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He struck the Map Maker job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and expand his business

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 900 gp. Tourmaline (40 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has shaved his head bald. 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 cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and 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: Opinionated. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Criminal record. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 6000 sp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2200 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (2200 gp).

Description: This malnourished man wears a pastel vest and prefers brown and grey shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His hair is short and chestnut. His blue eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Berrian was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Berrian decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: Tiger eye turquoise (9 gp). Banded agate (9 gp). Sardonyx (20 gp). Citrine (20 gp). Jasper (20 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears red robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a whip, but if one is not available he will default to his shield. He sports a long white beard, and similarly colored long hair. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his hazel eyes.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this southern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He got into the Mayor business at a young age. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has achieved small success as a Mayor.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and he has a crush on the local bricklayer

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Job. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 1300 gp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (3000 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Standing 5'4", this man is dressed in an above average manner. He keeps his long silver hair kept up in a rat tail. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He is content; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 400 gp. Obsidian (7 gp). Blue sapphire (1300 gp). Chrysoprase (60 gp). Smoky quartz (60 gp). Aquamarine (600 gp).