Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears a tattered pair of loose violet pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. 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. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Terse, PTSD. Bonds: Poor, Slave. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1000 gp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (300 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many grey ritualistic tattoos. He wears a brown collared shirt and grey pants. He accessorizes with a red scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has styled his chestnut hair well, parting it to the right. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He takes great joy in being the best Weaver in town.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. Mindartis was born on a far southern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Weaver. He tends to his Weaver job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His auburn hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Thamior is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

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. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Mentor. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 4000 gp. Malachite (16 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.