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 black and curly. He has gray eyes.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His childhood dream was to be a Crown-heir, but he was a colossal failure. He tends to his Brewer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To be a Crown-heir again; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 10000 cp.

Description: He wears a red cloak and cross-gartered pastel stockings. He has a long white beard with little hanging trinkets. His ears are large.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. 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: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 700 gp. Coral (100 gp).

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His hair is cut close to his head. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Born in the north to a Weaver, Thamior learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Thamior 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. Thamior decided he wanted neither the life of his mother 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 ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Weaver for the past few years.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he's in love

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Criminal record, Has a crush. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This malnourished man is well dressed, constantly wearing a blue suit, tan shirt, and red tie. His small hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Marshal hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Slave. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 2000 gp. Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Zircon (30 gp). Jade (130 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Pink pearl (130 gp). Sard (30 gp). Star rose quartz (30 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). Smoky quartz (30 gp). Fire opal (600 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'8" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a mace, but if one is not available he will default to his sickle. His silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His eyes are green and catlike.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. A gifted student he started as a Unemployed, but he got bored and became a Dilettante. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 8 years.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Dilettante responsibilities is difficult; and expand his business

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 1000 gp. Blue quartz (13 gp). Banded agate (13 gp). Freshwater pearl (13 gp). Jade (50 gp).