Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. This amber eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: This man loves music and to teach people music more than just about anything. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Halimath was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered music. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Artistic, Extrovert, Impeccable. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 5000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (500 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1000 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

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 smooth and relatively long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. 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: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. 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. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Vanuath 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.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 400 pp. Freshwater pearl (5 gp). Moss agate (5 gp). Blue diamond (8000 gp). Banded agate (5 gp). Deep green spinel (90 gp). Violet garnet (500 gp). Jet (90 gp). Red-brown spinel (90 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with yellow colored cloaks and clothing. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Sporting a auburn mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. This green eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born into a rich family. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He was forced to fight in gladiatorial arenas alongside his partner. They became the best of friends and one day they managed to break out together and then went their separate ways.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Slave, Rich. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 3000 gp.