Description: This late middle aged man usually wears his pastel robe and has his whip always slung over his shoulder and is in decent physical shape. His silver hair is heavily combed to the left. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 78. 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 grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Slave. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 2000 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 cut close to his head. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. 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 greedy

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 2000 gp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (80 gp). Jeweled gold crown (8000 gp). Solid gold idol (200 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (80 gp).

Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). He is portly but not overly obese. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. 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: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Thervan took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Hunter.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Job, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.