Description: This man is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He is bald on top and has large blonde tufts of hair around his ears. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Selfish. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 4000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His long blonde hair reaches down to his waist. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: He was born into a rich family. He moved out south to avoid the crime he committed. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Adventurer, Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 50 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his scythe with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His silver hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Raer 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. Raer decided he wanted neither the life of his father 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. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; 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: Logical. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Debt. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

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

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He tends to wear a large tan jacket. He has styled his chestnut hair well, parting it to the right. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Thervan will drive conversation. 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: Born to a pair of adventurers, Thervan grew up listening to his father's many stories. Through the years after Thervan was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Thervan's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. 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: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'3". He wears a worn and beaten armor, and his gloved hand is found clutching a sickle. He wears a top hat to hide his balding. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

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 cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Fisher arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. 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 knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he is greedy

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Fearful, PTSD, Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 300 gp.