Description: This man is very fat, and tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has dyed his greying white hair a little too much giving a sharp white color. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He also hits on men, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. 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. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Insane. Bonds: Has a crush, Criminal record. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. This gray eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Varis wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the north were limited. Some 7 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Varis never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, In love, Immigrant. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 2800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His golden hair is still thick. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. A gifted student he started as a Locksmith, but he got bored and became a Cartwright. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Cartwright for the past few years.

Motivation: Revenge.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 2000 gp. Cloth of gold vestments (130 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (500 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (130 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (130 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The light-skinned man stands 4'7" and wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His black hair and beard is wavy and long. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is a Weaver first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. 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: Erevan was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. 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. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 10 years.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Job, Slave, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is dressed in earthy colors with a black and tan handkerchief worn on his left side. He has no hair. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a Barkeep first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born in the north to a Barkeep, Tharivol learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Tharivol took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To be a Knight again; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Nature, Family. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 900 gp.