Description: He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather, and he perpetually has his longbow ready. He wears a top hat to cover his moderate length chestnut hair. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 89. 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. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. Azaki 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. Azaki 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 now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 1000 pp. Azurite (6 gp). Hematite (6 gp). Violet garnet (1400 gp). Iolite (60 gp). Carnelian (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his club with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has dyed his greying golden hair a little too much giving a sharp golden color. His skin is flawless and his green eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Server who has hired him part-time. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Rich. Occupation: Server

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1200 gp.

Description: He wears just a brown suit. He carries with him a set of maces, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His moppish black hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing singing.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. He has had some formal singing training, and achieved minor success. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 90000 cp. Jet (100 gp).

Description: He is lean but muscular and is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He refers to his adoptive mother for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. Beiro was born on a far eastern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Sellsword. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Family, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 20 pp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He wears dull grey sweaters, loose tan pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed hammer, just in case, marred by teas. His red hair is lengthy. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born in the west to a Ruler, Thervan learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Ruler. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Detective. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he would like to get married and retire

Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Job, Has a crush, Criminal record. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.