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 many layers of old clothing at all times. His hair is blonde and curly. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: Born to a Herbalist, his father struggled to pay the bills. Gennal 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. Gennal 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. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His hair is short and black. His skin is flawless and his brown eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Lucan 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.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Addict, Lazy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 11000 sp.

Description: This man stands a little under 4'10" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Born to a Courier, his father struggled to pay the bills. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Carter hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (5000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp).

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized pastel coat. His golden hair and beard is wavy and long. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Paelias lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Fortune-teller they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Fletcher, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down. His hair is white and curly. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Thamior embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. He is fiercely devoted to his father, and views his father's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-brother.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 5000 sp.