Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He carries with him a set of warhammers on his belt, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Nuraval will drive conversation. He uses divination through singing.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He was granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is content; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 20 pp. Black pearl (300 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he very much looks the part of a Scribe. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Charles lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Scribe. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Scribe for the past few years.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and to be a shepherd again

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 1000 cp. Freshwater pearl (15 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man wears long strands of jet and short grey dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths and is in decent physical shape. His golden hair is singed and shortened. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is content; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 1 Banded mail.

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his flail, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. His white hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Ozyman took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 100 sp.