Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His white hair is cut short. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Secretive, Shy, PTSD, Fearful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 3000 gp. Iolite (50 gp). Blue sapphire (1500 gp). Iolite (50 gp). Sardonyx (50 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). Lapis lazuli (16 gp). Violet garnet (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, and he perpetually has his sickle ready. He has done his best to style his chestnut hair to look like a famous performer. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Raer 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. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Raer fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Forgetful. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 5000 gp. Hematite (7 gp). Clear bright green emerald (2000 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 5'1" northern man, he is wearing a long, green cloak. His chestnut hair is long and unkept. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. 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 ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Spice Merchant for the past few years.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record, Military, Job, Rich. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 5000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His long blonde hair reaches down to his waist. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Born in the north to a Farmer, Rolen learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. 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 has achieved small success as a Farmer.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Philantrophist, Optimist. Bonds: Job, Military, Enemies. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1200 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (110 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man is dressed in a clean black cloak covering his clean studded leather. He keeps his silver hair in a pixie cut. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Fivin grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He found a children's book about a Elf Sorcerer who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 360 pp. Sard (60 gp). Black pearl (600 gp). Alexandrite (600 gp). Blue quartz (14 gp). Chalcedony (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.