Description: He is renowned for his bright red suits and hats. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His auburn hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: Bucklal was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He has worked as a Dyer like his father before him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 20 gp. Iolite (70 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing white cape and mantle trimmed with soft green waves gently in the breeze. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length white hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Locksmith arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. In his 16th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 110 gp. Citrine (60 gp). Red-brown spinel (110 gp). Red-brown spinel (110 gp).

Description: Standing 5'1", this man is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright brown and tan, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. His golden hair has been sun bleached extensively. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 82. 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 thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Miller arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: To be a Shipwright again.

Flaws: Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He wears his black hair down. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. The war was a terrible time for him, and Ribbles does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Ribbles lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Ribbles was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Stylist they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Carpenter, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: Just what you see.