Description: This slender man stands about 5'0". He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 62. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. 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: He was born into a rich family. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and an old rival family wants him found

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Rich, Family. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 5000 sp. Sard (70 gp). 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Full Plate.

Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has moderate length blonde hair. His half smiles and green eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Aramil is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Aramil was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: Lapis lazuli (7 gp). Onyx (30 gp). Deep blue spinel (700 gp). Red-brown spinel (160 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (7 gp). Violet garnet (700 gp). Banded agate (7 gp). Deep blue spinel (700 gp). Peridot (30 gp). Onyx (30 gp). Deep green spinel (160 gp). Sard (30 gp). Coral (160 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp).

Description: 5'2" and muscular, this eastern man has the majority of his body covered in plate. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Paelias hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family 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. Being a Roofer kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: 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: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 1200 gp. A delicate brass dragon egg (40 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (900 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (500 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (3000 gp).

Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a sickle, but if one is not available he will default to his club. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His golden hair is braided into rings. This blue eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Optimist, Logical, Artistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 2200 gp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (180 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2300 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2300 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man wears long strands of amber and short yellow dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He is bald on top and has large auburn tufts of hair around his ears. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is a great chef.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. 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: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 40000 cp.