Description: This exceptionally lanky man tends to wear a white poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He sports a long brown beard, and similarly colored long hair. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Carter. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, 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 was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease, Insane. Bonds: Job, Mentor. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his trident with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His golden hair is singed and shortened. He has several tiny amber earrings on each ear.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Body Guard arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Foxilon took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Foxilon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is greedy

Ideals: Opinionated, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. She has done her best to style her auburn hair to look like a famous performer. She is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: She is witty, but her monotone delivery comes off as unnerving Around other people she will do her best to conceal her emotions and appear jolly.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. From her teen years she was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on her. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body, and a wedding ring on his right hand. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. 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 Dyer. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Dyer responsibilities is difficult; and money/treasure

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: In love, Rich, Job. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 700 sp.