Description: This man wears light armors faded through time and improper care, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He got into the Knight business at a young age. A gifted student he started as a Mason, but he got bored and became a Knight. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Forgetful, Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He carries with him a set of shortbows, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His long auburn hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears dull blue sweaters, loose pastel pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed mace, just in case. He carries a battered whip and tarnished mace as well. His red hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. 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 man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Naal 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. Naal 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 hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears bulky green painted plate armor. He carries with him a set of nunchakus on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. He has shaved his head bald. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Merchant profession.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Cook arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Quarion 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. Quarion 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 set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He is content; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He prefers to wear flannel. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. With a patchy black beard and wild black hair. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Lamlis grew up listening to his father's many stories. 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 inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 14 years.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and he desires to right it

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Adventurer, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 400 gp.