Description: He is well dressed, constantly wearing a brown suit, yellow shirt, and red tie. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 400 gp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (100 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (600 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (900 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears dull tan sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed bastard sword, just in case. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Reynard is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. While he appears to be a normal Human, 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. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

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

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Addict. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He tends to wear a yellow poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He has no hair. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Born to a Architect, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Stableman hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Breastplate. 1 Masterwork Light steel shield.

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. His white hair is smooth and relatively long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Anselm speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. While he appears to be a normal Human, 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. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He is dressed in a clean white cloak covering his clean studded leather. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His blonde hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He has several tiny amethyst earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 49. 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 has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Wymar grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the north were limited. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Slave, Rich, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 1000 sp. Violet garnet (1600 gp). Azurite (8 gp). Banded agate (8 gp). Jade (110 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.