Description: A moderately attractive man, he typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep black leather and dull white iron scale mail. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his small black hat.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Opinionated, Optimist, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 1600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he prefers to wear black clothing when he does not wear armor. He has done his best to style his white hair to look like a famous performer. His ears are large.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Galinndan was born on a far western desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Spice Merchant. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To end his boredom.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 300 pp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1400 gp).

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears just a white suit. He has a very tight haircut. His half smiles and gray eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. 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: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Dayereth 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 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. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Gold music box (3000 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (110 gp).

Description: He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He is physically well-built. His red hair is lengthy. He has a dull look in his violet eyes.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of drow may trigger it at times.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Apothecary work with an outfit from a few towns over. Apothecary work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Apothecary for the past few years.

Motivation: He wants revenge against drow.

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Enemies, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a black coat. His hair is black and curly. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his mother. Fivin was born on a far southern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Shipwright. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 3000 sp.