Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His head has been shaved. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Aramil was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Aramil's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aramil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 100 pp. Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This fat western man has a bulbous nose and is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing grey cape and mantle trimmed with soft blue waves gently in the breeze. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His hair is white and curly. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

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 mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Uthemar was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 4000 gp. Alexandrite (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: With red face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears suspenders and tan workpants. His shirt is white, and he wears a heavy tan leather apron most of the time. His blonde hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are brown and he is always smoking a pipe.

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 disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

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

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Immigrant, Mentor, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 6000 gp. Aquamarine (1000 gp). Rhodochrosite (16 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.