Description: This dark-skinned male wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. With bright white hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are brown.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 44. 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 is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. 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. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature scimitar.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Logical, Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 1000 pp. Bloodstone (80 gp). Obsidian (11 gp). Alexandrite (1300 gp). Banded agate (11 gp).

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears dull white sweaters, loose tan pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed halberd, just in case, marred by chocolates. His white hair is matted, messy, and big. He has several tiny jet earrings on each ear.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Caeldrim abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 1200 pp. Azurite (8 gp). Peridot (70 gp). Aquamarine (800 gp). Violet garnet (800 gp). White pearl (80 gp). Jet (80 gp). Tourmaline (80 gp). Deep blue spinel (800 gp).

Description: He has a missing left arm. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His tied-back hair is golden. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: This man loves dancing and to teach people dancing more than just about anything. The war was a terrible time for him, and Tharivol does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 400 pp. A roughly beaten golden orb (180 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (180 gp). Silver ewer (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.