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 brown hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Barkeep arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Bonds: Guardian, Rich. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 4000 gp. A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (120 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (120 gp). Silver ewer (50 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (120 gp).

Description: He tends to wear a green poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He is portly but not overly obese. His hair is black and very short. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Born in the west to a Priest, Thervan learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. After coming to the age of reason, Thervan took it upon himself to study the divine arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was granted divine powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 400 pp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (500 gp). Old masterpiece painting (500 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (6000 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (6000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Jeweled gold crown (8000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp). Solid gold idol (300 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is brown and curly. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady violet eyes.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is a great chef.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His parents enrolled him in a Wizard school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. After a long history of fighting, Fivin and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 1 Medium magic item.